I donated blood yesterday. A local hospital apparently had a drive, and were present in a mall. Since I used to go regularly I decided to donate. Forgive me doctor, it has been several years since my last donation.

They had a medical form, which was of course in Thai. Since I don’t read Thai they had to read it out to me. A cute nurse had to ask me all the personal questions and check them down. I swear she blushed when she had to ask me if I see prostitutes.

One kind of bizarre question was if I had visited England. “England?”. “Yes”. “Um, yes?”. “How long?”. “Um, about two weeks?”. “Oh, fine”, check. Imperial blood is bad? Must be all the vinegar crisps they eat. I knew that can’t be good for you.

The setup was very conventional and everything was as sterile as anywhere. The only difference in the setup was they used what looked like regular kitchen scales to measure the blood bags, instead of fancy schmanzy specialized automatic scales you see elsewhere.

I felt fine afterwards, but slept like a log last night.