We got quite a bit of snow last night. It would be chore to shovel the massive Bevboy driveway after work tonight.
The nurse reminded me not to do any heavy lifting for 6-8 hours after the bloodletting. That would preclude my performing this important-but-beneath me task.
I knew that Patricia would not believe me, that she would think it but a feeble attempt on my part to get out of doing this work.
I thought for a moment as the needle sucked my lifeforce out of me. Soon, I would succumb to blood loss. What to do? What to do?
Why, it was obvious!
Remember in high school when we missed a day and we had to get our parents to write an excuse for us? Or, hee hee, get a friend to pretend to be a parent and write it for us?
Why not try that tonight?
Ha! No shovelling for Bevboy tonight!
It just means that the snow will be that much harder to shovel tomorrow. But that's what Patricia's are for.
Oh, yes. One more thing. It is customary for me to donate blood in a particular person's name. My mother, a sister, a person at work, a homeless guy bleeding out on Granville Street. Someone.
I will try something different this time.
I will donate the blood in the name of the person who gives me the best reason to donate it in their name. It should be a brief narrative explaining why you should be the one to receive this card that I fill out. I will even mail it to you if you are out of town.
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