First, I must apologize as this is a bit of sour grapes. Airing some dirty laundry. Since a part of this story involves computers, I wish to point out my history with computers. My career took me to working on all sorts of massive software projects, including being an architect for the ground systems for the space craft that takes pictures for google earth. And, to this day, I manage some big internet forums. Doc Martin says she has an excess of iron and begins draining her blood.
Ta da! Justification for the old leeches practice! And I think back to many months earlier when my doctor did some blood tests and one of the things mentioned in passing was that my iron level was high. And a few other things that seem to apply. And a note that this is quite common in older guys maybe we are evolved to have more sword fights than we actually have nowadays.
So I get the idea of just donating blood to see if I then feel supercharged. I have donated a lot of blood in the past. I stopped donating because the missoula red cross said there was something wrong and I should go see a doctor. But I just never got around to going back.
Maybe I was pissy about the false alarm, but I think it was just that my life got filled with other things and I forgot about it all. The blood donation place is no longer on Higgins, but out on Reserve. Google maps shows they have three locations β it turns out there is only one. All three addresses were on Reserve, one near the interstate, one near Brooks and one near Mullan.
Just north of Mullan is the correct spot. I know why they do this, but I think there are much better ways to get this task done. So I answer all the questions and hand the results over to the nice woman. I kinda feel like we now have a pretty intimate relationship. I mean, I shared some seriously private stuff here. That would have been pretty cool. I used to be in pretty great shape. There was one time when I was in my 20s, a woman asked me out on a date. She paid for all sorts of fun things that night.
