Should a Goose Donate Her Blood?

Every couple of months, Mother Goose heeds the call. I hop into my speedy little goosemobile and buckle up for the ride of my life. We hit the Eisenhower Expressway at 70 mph and fly down the road to our destination twenty miles away. We pass the other cars like they are standing still, and Mother Goose guzzles Gatorade all the way.

What on earth could possibly compel the goose to drive so far, so fast and so frequenty? Here’s a little clue:

It seems pretty straight forward.

Mother Goose enters through the front door because she is a special goose. I immediately head for the restroom, dropping off my driver’s license at the desk so that Alicia can verify that I am truly a goose. Upon my return from the relief station, she hands me a folder of educational materials to read and informational forms to confirm that “Yes, indeed, I AM Mother Goose.” It is always so difficult for people to believe that I am who I am.

We go into a little room to once again discuss that I am Mother Goose and whilst we are talking about that, Alicia draws a little blood from my finger. She even asks me if I have a favorite one! Imagine! She also checks my temperature (with a disposable oral thermometer, thank you) and my blood pressure. And then she again asks me to state my name, my address, my birthday and confirms my signature on the form. Yes, I am Mother Goose truly.

With the formalities out of the way, we proceed to the actual blood donation station where Marilyn asks me to comfortably recline and extend my proposed wing. I used to propose my left wing but they had some trouble finding any veins in that one, so now I propose my right wing instead. And then we once again confirm my identity.

This issue of confirming my identity so many times is so puzzling to Mother Goose. Sure they know who I am, and who in their right minds would ever want or try to impersonate me?

And then we get down to the business of extracting the blood from Mother Goose. There was much swabbing of the inner elbow region of the goose’s wing with various types of iodine — apparently my wing needed more cleaning and sterilizing than the ordinary customer. My kind technician patiently listened to me blab on and on about various causes that I am involved in. It’s truly amazing how quickly Mother Goose can ramble on and on when she is feeling nervous.

Do you realize that our blood contains our very life?

I looked across the room and Marilyn warned me of a little pinch as she inserted the sterile needle into my completely sterile wing. Felt the pinch and then some as she probed and then found the invisible artery. I was all fine with that, except there was no blood coming out of my wing and into the tubing which led to the pint-sized rubber collection baggy. “Gina, could you please look at this,” Marilyn called out to her friendly coworker.

Should Mother Goose have an anxiety attack at this point in the procedure? No, remain calm dear goose. All is well. Gina immediately arrived at the side of the goose and with just one quick adjustment of the sterile needle, the blood and life of Mother Goose was flowing out out out into the baggy.

Did you know one pint of blood can save up to three lives?

After twenty minutes, it was all over.

I was gently disconnected from the monitors and tubing. I was presented with a new t-shirt. I was carefully escorted to the refreshment station where I quickly consumed two cans of orange juice and a bag of sun chips and a bag of pecan sandies. The ladies were curious about my appetite, but also curious to know if I’d like to schedule my next appointment. Seeing that in two months my arm would be healed up and my blood supply refilled, I agreed to come back to see them in April.

We again confirmed my identity.

Have you heard that healthy adults who are at least 17 years old, and at least 110 pounds may donate about a pint of blood – the most common form of donation – every 56 days, or every two months. Females receive 53 percent of blood transfusions; males receive 47 percent.

These women are phlebotomists by trade, but they are kind-hearted and friendly by choice. Please consider this: if a silly old story-telling goose can donate her precious blood once in awhile, maybe you can too. Just be sure to bring your ID and be sure you know who you are…

The kind-hearted ladies at Heartland Blood Center.

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13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bunn
    Feb 18, 2012 @ 10:43:41

    Oohhhh you are such a wonderful goose!!

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  2. Dianna
    Feb 18, 2012 @ 21:36:04

    Good for you, Mother Goose!
    I attempted once, years ago, to donate blood, but became dizzy and wasn’t able to finish the one pint.
    And I’ve been Chicken Little to try again….

    (Goosemobile: love it!)

    Reply

    • Natalie
      Feb 19, 2012 @ 07:57:55

      Dear Chicken Little, being dizzy is a state of mind that Mother Goose lives in. Bless you for trying to give away your blood long ago…

      Reply

  3. yearstricken
    Feb 19, 2012 @ 07:34:54

    This is a great advertisement for blood donation!

    Reply

  4. Three Well Beings
    Feb 19, 2012 @ 20:57:08

    I live close to the City of Hope and on occasion give platelets…it takes a little time, but seems such an easy way to be a good citizen. The key words here, however, are “on occasion”–so you have me thinking again about how long it has been! Good job! Debra

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  5. Kim
    Feb 20, 2012 @ 14:59:31

    Great story, Natalie! You’ve got a very sweet heart! Blood donation is very personal to me, as you know. If it were not for the kind souls who donated blood when I was sick, I wouldn’t be here today. I appreciate you and all the people like you who take time out of their busy lives to donate. I also like it when you donate blood since you always swing out my way & say hello! (wink-wink 😉 )

    ❤ –Kim

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  6. Suzanne Cordes (Mark's sister)
    Feb 28, 2012 @ 23:31:03

    Natalie,
    I give blood every 3 months. I always picture my dear friends who passed away too quickly on the ceiling in the rafters as I give my blood, and have a little chat with them and God. Then I gobble up the cookies! Love to you.
    Suzanne

    Reply

    • Natalie
      Feb 29, 2012 @ 05:54:58

      Suzanne, God bless you for bringing life to other people and remembering the special ones who He has called away. I always love the new perspective you bring, dear. 🙂

      Reply

  7. eof737
    Feb 29, 2012 @ 19:44:45

    I’m queasy but I know it’s important to give…

    Reply

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