The trick is to arrive with short sleeves, revealing that there are no hidden track marks in and around the areas of vital interest. This will no doubt save precious moments of everyone's time.
If you are not familiar with the term, "track marks" commonly refers to the small pin holes where needles have found purchase within the arm's veins, often found on heroin abusers.
If you are not familiar with the term, "track marks" commonly refers to the small pin holes where needles have found purchase within the arm's veins, often found on heroin abusers.
Apparently, heroin use and the sharing of needles associated with that particular lifestyle is a red flag of sorts to medical blood extracting personnel, indicating a much higher than average chance that the individual with these track marks might be carrying a transferrable disease such as H.I.V.
It seems one must make the decision in life to either use heroin, or give blood. Never both.
Or perhaps the drug abuse lifestyle can accommodate blood donating, so long as long periods of abstaining from the illegal substance is practiced in preparation of the blood donating, or get a bunch of donating out of the way first and then take a walk on the wild side. I suppose there is a way to have your cake and eat it too...that is, if you liken donating blood to eating cake, and heroin injections to having it too. Although it's likely the other way around.
Or you can stick needles between the toes, decreasing the immediate gratification and power of the mind altering substance, but also decreasing the chances of getting turned away at the blood bank due to obvious track marks. Blood Extraction Specialists do not require patients to remove their shoes for inspection...just an FYI.
But that would be incredibly dishonest, not to mention reckless, taking into account how many lives you'd endanger with a potential auto-immune related virus that is commonly found in needle sharing drug abusers.
Since it's vaguely related, I should note that I have not seen our friend Pops in quite a long time, and that I do not recall seeing him wearing a short sleeved shirt. Come to think of it, I have never seen him donating blood either, which begs a curious observation regarding his whereabouts and questionable lifestyle. Considering his line of work, or lack thereof, it's not a far fetched insinuation. I'd hardly hold it against him, all things considered.
With autumn fast approaching short sleeves will soon fade into summer's horizon and we'll all look like we're hiding something under our long sleeves. Admittedly, I will be taking a blood donation sabbatical in addition to hanging up the short sleeves for a long stretch as well. Tomorrow I shall donate blood to the bus residents one last time and in five short days the fall season will be upon us marking a mere one-hundred days until this year's expiration.
Our remaining months are waning and with them "365 Days of Jazz Hands" is on the downswing.
Today's Jazz Hands can see the horizon line.
Day two-hundred and sixty complete.
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