A couple of things.
First, I really should drink more water. And so should you.
Also, there is a blood drive this week at work and every time this happens I have to have the same argument with myself.
Me: We should give blood. It's the right thing to do. People need blood.
Me2: We've been through this. Let me walk you through what will happen. We'll dutifully fill out all of the paperwork, secretly feeling a bit sad that we've skirted in above the weight cutoff. They'll prick our finger and determine that we have plenty of iron. And then we'll recline on a gurney, squeeze a ball, and try to present veins.
Me: Yes! And then we'll give blood.
Me2: No, we will not. We'll try to pretend we're strolling the streets of Paris while the nurse pokes around for a vein. Then a good ten or fifteen minutes and several dozen puncture wounds later, the nurse will shout Eureka! and we'll see a stream of red fill the tube and travel its merry way to the collection bag.
Me: Exactly! So what's a little discomfort when the tradeoff is helping someone in need? Let's do it.
Me2: You're obviously forgetting what happens every time we're about three-quarters of the way to a pint.
Me2: Nothing. Nothing happens! Blood completely stops flowing and no amount of needle jiggling, ball squeezing, or silent pleading will get it going again. The nurse detaches the bag, pats our arm condescendingly, and mutters something about maybe using our blood for plasma when we both know perfectly well it's just going to be tossed.
Me: Oh. Yeah. But at least there are donuts?
Me2: You want a donut that badly? I will freaking buy you a donut. Loser.