I answered questions.
Then they pricked my finger and watched the blob of blood slowly fall.
I got a seat with a view and a pink squeezable rubber ball. Some iodine and another prick, although this time the needle hurt a bit going in.
Then the blood began to flow. And four minutes later, the blood donation bag was full, the Bloodmobile lady was removing the needle and I was on my way to a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of OJ.
Granted I now I had one less pint of blood in my body. But it's for a good cause. And like I said, it took me four minutes to fill up the donation bag.
And maybe I should have thought about that whole less blood in my body thing a bit more when I got home from work. I didn't go running, which was my initial intent when I got up this morning.
No, but I decided it was perfectly OK to go for a 10-mile bike ride.
And now my head is aching just a bit. Probably not completely from the lack of blood, but I'm sure that has a tiny bit to do with it.