Friday Bloody Friday


As I type this I am in for a refill at the day unit in the Foothills Hospital. My body is craving blood, I’m noticing the lights are way too bright and no one is wearing turtlenecks. Time for a refill.

My usual medical sherpa is ill so my good pal Chris Bloody Berry has graciously stepped in to be my guide for the day. 

Obviously this is a band aid measure till we figure out the tumour but I gotta tell you the fatigue, shortness of breath coupled with dizziness really slows a guy down. I went for a walk a couple of days ago, my usual 5k loop with a friend and a coffee, and the whole time I was focused on my balance.

That threw me off. So I am here sitting in a chair getting a rise in my hemoglobin with nothing but gratitude for Chris Bloody Berry and his time. Also have an immense gratitude for those incredible humans that donate blood on a regular basis. 

If you can find it in you to make at least one blood donation I can assure you it will be time well spent. Like eight karma points.  Minimum.

And it would be nice if society let my gay friend Mike Morrison donate as well, just sayin’.  But that’s a whole kettle of fish I’m not qualified to tackle am I Becky!

It Takes A Village