After noticing that a rather large number of patients have been getting blood transfusions lately, I wandered down to the lab and asked the manager, Salah, if there was a need for blood here. He replyed in the affirmative, citing a need for type-O in particular. (I am O+.) I was working at the time, but promised to come back after my shift to donate.
During my shift, I tried to encourage my collegues to donate as well. Unfortunatly, Palestinians seem to be as lame as Americans when faced with the idea of voluntarily going under the needle, and I didn't get any takers. However, at least the excuses where different. Rather then citing a colorful recent sexual history, most stated that they could not donate during Ramadan, that married people couldn't donate, or that women couldn't donate.
I actually didn't think that I would be able to donate myself, as my hemoglobin is generally through the floor and I have been joining the rest of the hospital in the Ramadan fast. But I guess that a diet of yellow rice and chicken is high in iron, because I was actually in the double-unit bracket (although I only gave one.)
I did warn them about recent travel to Haiti (which is a rule-out for America because of the risk of malaria) but that was not a problem. As an ex-screener for tissue donations, I was pretty shocked that I didn't have to fill out a 10 page survey of my medical and social problems, but things here are pretty different.
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