Wednesday, August 13th, 2008My arms are tired. Maybe it's because I'm so much older now than I was back in the day when I sold plasma, my recovery time is longer. Dunno. Point is, twice a week every week is hard on me. So I've stepped back to every other week. So far so good. It means I won't qualify to be in on the drawings and things they have for people who donate five times in a calendar month or whatever it is. But oh well. I've never won anything like that in my life anyway.The bruise finally went away from two weeks ago. The entry scabs on the insides of my arms look bad though. Semi-permanent red spots there. It's a little bit shameful, I have to say. I hide them. I don't want people at work to know I do this. I certainly don't want my parents to know. It's too hard to explain. But well, have you seen the price of gasoline lately, or natural gas, or groceries? These are tough times, and only getting tougher. My stupid job won't give me a meaningful raise, that is, a raise that outpaces the increase in the cost of my health care. I'm actually making two dollars less per pay period now than I was at this time last year, despite my so-called raise. Bitter, tired, in desperate need of a drink but abstaining today, way off topic, sorry about that. --- Back to Plasma Experiment 2008 Back to Index |