I couldn't give blood today because my hemoglobin was 11.6. I let them poke me again, you know, in case it was a fluke or something, but it only got lower.
Jason is excited about this because it means more beef for dinner. The guy at Red Cross said it means Jason has to take me out for steak dinner. I like that idea except I hate steak. Apparently the spinach and lentils aren't enough though. Or maybe I'm just bleeding internally. Ha. Ha. Ha.