Looks like the recruitment team at the American Red Cross has been busy lately. I'm a bit overdue, so when I received a letter from the ARC yesterday I excepted a guilt trip to rival my mother's patented version. But no! Check it out:
I'm a Special Donor! And not even in a Bleeding-Heart-Liberal-Everyone's-Special kind of way. I'm viral free! Which is always something to celebrate, if you ask me. If you can't read the letter in that photo, it says my blood tested negative for Cytomegalovirus, which sounds like a dinosaur (cytomegalosaurus! raaar!), but is a usually harmless virus that infects 50-85% of Americans. However, CMV, as we in the know like to call it, can dangerously affect people with low immune systems. That means that doctors can't give CMV-infected blood to premature babies, patients undergoing treatment for cancer or bone marrow transplants, or people with immune deficiencies.
The ARC even set up a special day for us CMV-free people to donate, except 1) it's on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, which seems a little silly, as most people (or maybe it's just me) plan to drink all weekend, and 2) there are no donation sites in DC! Wtf Red Cross? They didn't even tell me if any of these places are on the metro, so I have to google map every single one and compare it to a metro map. Right. Maybe I'll just take the letter with me next time I donate and they can mark my little blood packet or something. Oh well. I'll find out some way for others to benefit from my hearty white cells.
You know what else? I've never broken a bone. This leads me to an important question: Am I Bruce Willis in Unbreakable? I think this evidence from the ARC has finally settled the question. I need to go cape-shopping. (And knock on wood, like, post haste.)
CMV-free. The way to be.