The Blood Donor
Many years ago, I used to give blood regularly. No problems.

The last time I went, I arranged to go to a Pizza Hut for Lunch with my sister after we had both given blood.

All went well, until I was driving home up the M1 to Luton in the evening. Almost home, when I felt a rumble in the gutty wuts. Next second, wumf, all over me and the velour seats of the car. Including the steering wheel, gear stick and hand brake too.

All invisible in the darkness. The last couple of miles were sheer misery, as I felt like shit, and the acid in my mouth was burning.

After getting home, and cleaning myself up, I started on the car. It stunk.

I sold the car 2 weeks later, It had more dangly air freshners than a minicab.

I haven't given blood since.

Or been to Pizza Hut.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 9:03, Reply)