What A Load Of Crap
I have been giving blood for years now without issue. Being slim, a few nurses ask me to confirm my weight because the clinic will not accept donations from anyone under fifty kg.
Nurse: “What is your weight, please?”
Me: “It’s fifty-five kg.”
Nurse: “No, it’s not. You’re underweight.”
Me: “Yes, it really is fifty-five kg; I can jump on some scales right now if you like.”
Nurse: “No, we don’t have any here. You are not fifty-five kg. When did you weigh yourself?”
Me: “This morning, because I knew I was coming here.”
Nurse: “Before breakfast and undressed?”
Me: “Yes, of course.”
Nurse: “Was it before or after you went to the bathroom?”
Me: “I had already had a wee before I weighed myself.”
Nurse: “But not passed a stool? That will account for the discrepancy, then.”
Me: “Wait. What? The cut off is fifty kg; I’m five kg over that. I can’t lose that in one trip to the bathroom.”
Nurse: “Oh, you’d be surprised.”
In the end, I was allowed to donate if I promised to completely empty my bowels before the next visit — all five kg of it, apparently.
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