...Or perhaps a little bit of iron will do the trick.
Part I: So quite sometime ago, a friend and I went in to the Carter mobile unit to donate blood. She didn't make it through the screening section - yep, that's right, she was a Carter Reject. The told her she was anemic. You know the drill, Dr visit here, draw blood, Dr visit there, draw blood, run this test, run that test. It took a little while to figure out that what she needed was an iron infusion.
I made the journey with her, in case she needed a driver (which she did), and since neither one of us can take to many things serious we made a joke of the entire morning. The IV bag looked like it was filled with Dr. Pepper. Which is a great photo op. So, after having the nurse position the IV pole just right to avoid glare from the window, she snapped a picture. Then the BIG question..."Will this make me look like an oompa loompa?" I'm not so sure the nurse knew quite what to think.
Three and half hours later, the bag was finished, and it was time for us to head back to the office. Out the door we went, everything appeared fine. I jump in the passenger seat and Melissa to the driver's seat. (Not thinking a thing about the bag of iron, bag of steroids, and benedryl injection she received) It didn't even take a block for us to realize, I really should be doing the driving. I don't know if it was the giggles, the don't give a crap feeling, the long gaze at the medical supply boutique, or the discussion of whether or not Melissa really stopped at the stop sign that made us realize she was in NO condition to drive.
Of course, we switched seats and with me in the driver's seat, we made it safely back to the Ville.
Until next time...
...We're gonna keep on doin' it Townley Style.
