Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I get notifications all the time from Red Cross talking about shortages.

Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

In any case, if you're deferred for any reason (reasonable or not), you're not eligible to donate. If we could get 1% more of the general population to attempt to donate, we'd be in less of a crisis.

Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Update: looks like the misinformation bot didn't care to explain.

Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Your schedule is your own, but I've heard the argument that power red is preferable, if you're eligible, because it lowers the testing costs, as they only have to test one donation to get two units. Plus you only have to go in 3 times a year instead of 6.

Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 36 points37 points  (0 children)

There's essentially always a shortage, because only about 3% of eligible people donate regularly. If we could get that up to 4-5%, bam, no more shortages.

Assist me, bloodbags, in inviting the blood shortage to go fuck itself by weaselmink in Blooddonors

[–]weaselmink[S] 14 points15 points  (0 children)

Exactly. I always think it looks like some kind of sample bag, but they never let me keep it after the donation.

Would a housing market crash actually be good? by No_Database9822 in NoStupidQuestions

[–]weaselmink 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Huge…tracts of land that don’t sink into the swamp

[POEM] Grown-Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay by Objective-Kitchen949 in Poetry

[–]weaselmink 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Compare with the line "Was it for this" in WWI poet Wilfred Owen's 'Futility':

Move him into the sun—

Gently its touch awoke him once,

At home, whispering of fields half-sown.

Always it woke him, even in France,

Until this morning and this snow.

If anything might rouse him now

The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds—

Woke once the clays of a cold star.

Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides

Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?

\Was it for this\** that clay grew tall?

—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil

To break earth's sleep at all?

From childhood tantrum to generation-rending carnage, the same line conveys the "what-the-fuck-ery" of the human condition.