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So yea, in a previous post  I had mentioned that I didn’t know what the outcome of my efforts would be.  Well I had posted the same (not exactly, a similar) story on my IAM page and my adopted jewish mother Rebekah, who runsModified-News.com, e-mailed the American Red Cross to find out what happens when blood donations are incomplete due to situations very similar to my own, or for completely different reasons.

Her reply stated basically this:
Because the donation is not complete, and the Red Cross does not mix blood from one donor to the next, the partial unit of blood is not able to be donated to a person in need, because it wouldn’t be fair for them to receive less then the required amount of blood per unit.  But because such resources are very limited, what they do is they are able to pool these partial donated units together, for research projects or experiments in labritories.  Resources such as these are so limited, that they will try their best to use every drop to it’s fullest.

That sounded fantastic.  Even though my blood wouldn’t help an actual human directly, indirectly I would be helping through being able to provide the system a means of researching and experimenting better ways to store, treat and whatever else they have to do with the blood.

Except….

This is basically the reply I received from Canadian Blood Services:
Because the donation is not complete the unit will not be passed onto a person who is in need of blood.  It would be unfair to the patient to receive a non-complete unit of blood, and it is unwise and not practiced to “pool together” partial units of blood, for obvious reasons.  Therefore, unfortunately the blood donated will likely be discarded.  However, the blood collected for testing will likely still be sent to labritories for scheduled tests.  We hope that in the perscribed waiting time, you will come back and attempt to donate again.

So… not so fantastic.  It feels a bit in vein.  Heh, I just made a funny.   Anyways, that seems to be about that, except…

On the Canadian Blood Services webpage currently, there is a call for people who can’t otherwise be donors in the Vancouver area, to donate anyways.  Mostly people who recently received a tattoo or piercing (who generally must wait 6 months) or had questionable intimate encounters (again, 6 months to a year) or those who would otherwise be banned from donating (People who lived in England, or who have practiced questionable “acts” etc.)  Currently they seem to be doing a research experiment which requires human blood, to test the current methods, and attempt to create better methods of storing, shipping and packaging blood for it’s continued use for living recipients.

So here goes my hope that my blood half-unit of blood is sent to these scientists, where I am indirectly helping the general population, rather than being dumped down the drain, or down some young vampire’s throat.

Oh my gawd.  Today I went to Unicycle club.  Correction.  Yesterday I went to Unciycle club.  I didn’t go for the past two weeks for various reasons, and being ontop of the cycle felt very forgein to me.  I did the warmup where I was actually able to spin pretty quickly on the straight-away’s, and even Freestyle-German-Sara commented on my speed.  Apparently this means I will be racing on the 100m straight-away races at the next competition.  I’m… not so good with the turning.  But this was all on the trials unicycle, with a fat 19″ mod low-pressure tyre and 5″ cranks.  So I’ll spin faster on a high pressure slick tyre and 4″ cranks!

Anyways, I didn’t partake in Basketball, still not sure if I’m ready for that.  Also I was helping out my new friend Matt ride, and leant him my freestyle unicycle for the week so he could practice some more before next week.

Next week we discussed a round of flaming puck hockey.  The Detroit guys are coming up for a weekend of fun & unicycling, so they want to play basketball AND flaming puck… and I’ve never played so I totally need the practice!  I hope that’s what we’re doing next week!

And now it’s 3 in the morning, and I should totally go to bed.

I have a job interview tomorrow, and absolutely NOTHING to wear! And for once this is a job interview I actually care about, for a job/company that I want to work for! GOTD***IT! I need to go shopping.

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Alright. So does anyone remember that I received free baseball tickets to the Toronto Blue Jays vs. Boston Red Sox game after an attempt at a barter of tickets (for a different game) and a load of random stuff? The game was today! And we (we meaning Toronto) won!

I wasn’t expecting nearly the number of Boston fans that would end up being in the stands, but I found out that it’s a popular game to go to, especally for Boston fans, since their home games cost a lot and tickets are extremely limited because their stadium is very small. Seeing that my friend Brandon really dislikes Boston players… and fans, I was quite amused that seated next to him were two Boston fans.

Today was also “First 10 000 fans gets a Jays Toque/Scarf/Gloves” day, so we (me and Brandon) got to the game about 2 hours early, and we weren’t even close to being the first ones there. There were a LOT of people already seated. And considering the final count on spectators was something around 44 thousand, we didn’t do too bad.

But it was cool being there early, because I got to watch batting practice, for Boston. The Jays did their practice much earlier, before the doors were opened. We were in the front row, so it was easy to yell at the ball boys and players to throw batting-practice balls up at us. One guy tried to throw to a group of 3 kids, aged 5-7 at most, and this guy in his maybe mid to late twenties, just reached past them, caught the ball and kept it. I felt so bad for the little kids because they looked so sad, one of them just kept staring that this dude that totally stole their ball. Brandon also caught a ball from another ball-boy type guy, but there were no kids around us, he said that if caught another one when the kids came around he would have given it to them, and my plan was if I caught one I’d give it to the kids sat beside me. Alas… no. I also took multiple pictures with my camera phone that are going to be super tiny, and I wish I brought my digital camera for pictures.

The first inning kind of sucked, Boston scored a home run, and we didn’t score at all. But after that it seemed pretty downhill, we were scoring like crazy, and the final score was 13-4. After the 7th inning stretch, the crowd started leaving, the crowd that consisted of Boston fans. Personally I wanted to get a giant foam finger, I’d been talking about this foam finger ever since I found out I was getting these tickets from Lyndon. And Brandon finally convinced me to go look for one around the 8th inning.

Best, and dumbest, 12 dollars I could have ever spent. I was the giggliest most boundy happy person on the planet at that point. I have a knack for acting like a child sometimes  But Brandon was happy that I was so excited about my foam finger. Which lasted throughout the end of the game, hours after the game, to this point. I was using my foam finger to poke at Brandon, ot scratch my head, pick my nose, push buttons on elevators, and point at things. Currently it resides in the backseat of my car. I also got a picture of me and Brandon, with my foam finger, and toque, at the game, where he’s staring at me funny.

So we won. I got my toque. Brandon caught his first ball. I paid too much for a piece of foam. No crackerjacks. Still, an awesome game.

Thanks again Lyndon! (http://lyndonology.blogspot.com/)