Last Saturday, I went in for my third attempt at donating platelets by Apheresis (first time, second). I had already decided that if it didn't work out this time, I would consider that the third strike and go back to donating whole blood (which has almost always been very quick and easy for me). Well, it actually worked – they hooked up one needle to my left arm (for input and outgo) since they couldn't manage to find any blood vessels in my right arm the last couple of times (my internal tubes have a special gift at hiding or dodging – which I suppose is a better mutant power than barefoot glass magnetism) and I spent about two hours watching a DVD while they sucked out my blood, spun it around to remove the platelets, and then sent the dizzy blood staggering back into my body. I felt crappy most of the afternoon; but I attributed that to either our A/C not working properly (we eventually determined that the filter was way overdue for changing), or to the fact that I selected The Fantastic Four as the movie to watch while I donated (I wanted to pick something this time that I didn't already own and hadn't already seen, which limited the choices greatly).
We (Richard and I) also took