Giving Blood =)

The other day a young man from our church called and said that for his eagle scout project he was having a blood drive. I thought oh that is great. I give blood on a regular basis when I am not prego or having major surgeries =) So not recently, however since neither applied right now I told him to sign me up. He asked about Garran and I told him that I was not sure but that I would talk to him. Well I guess he took that as a yes, because the next Sunday, Garran said that his name was on the sign up list. What is funny about this is that Garran absolutely hates needles. You would never guess a big strong guy like my hubby hating needles. HE REALLY HATES THEM. So the day finally roles around and Garran is dragging his feet about going but I told him that even if he decides not to he will have to drive me home. So we pack up the fam and head out.
When we get there Garran decides to do it. I knew that he would do the right thing. Anyways, he gets called back first. It just so happened that day they were especially looking for people that had our blood type to do a special test with. For some reason Garrans lady did not ask him if he would like to do it but mine did. So Garran was done with all of his questions much faster than I. He went over and was getting ready to get hooked up (The whole time I mention I can hear him telling the blood lady how much he hates this and that he is only here because of me)! Anyways so the final part of checking me, was checking my iron. You have to be at 12.5 to give. My right hand prick came back at 12.0 so we tried my left and it came back at 10.8. Guess who was not giving blood. Oops. So I stand up with a stack of papers about iron enriched foods that I need to start eating and Garran instantly knows. He gives me this disgusted look and starts shaking his head. He goes "You can't give blood can you" I just smiled and said "No Honey I can't, but I will hold your hand when it is time for the needle." He was grumpy. Saying the usual like you wanted to do this and can't but I still have to. But he was already on the table, no need to leave now. Well of course Garran has great blood. He filled up the bag in like 7 minutes. I told him that I bet he would be the record holder for the day. (He was not impressed) So as he goes to sit up all the color drains from his face. I said honey you do not look to good, would you like some juice or a cookie. Sure he would, so I went and got it. He comes and sits at the table for a few minutes while I go and get the kids from the nursery. By the time I had them packed up he had come and found me and said that he was ready to go home. I thought that it was pretty quick, but I thought well he knows how he feels. So we get in the car and get about 1/3 of the way home, when he starts kind of groaning and he is sweating. So I ask him if he would like me to pull the car over. He says yes. So I pull into a Doctors office and is on his hands and knees in the grass. I felt so bad for him but at the same time I was laughing. I know I am a horrible wife. I could not help it because he was still grumbling about giving blood. So he stayed out there for a little while. Took care of what he needed to do. Then came and got back in the car. He still had no color and I said I think that we better get you home so that you can get some rest. So we came home and Garran took a nap as well as Kael. Cullan and I ran to the store to get some stuff for lunch, I thought a little something to eat may help Garrans situation. But Garran pretty much spent the rest of the day lying down. Needless to say I think his giving blood days are over for a while. Oh well at least he did it this time. I am sure the young man with the eagle scout project appreciates Garrans effort. All though the following Sunday after giving blood, Garran told the kid (jokingly of course) that he was holding a grudge against him. Next time he better come up with a different service project.

PS. At the urging of my friend I have to add what Garran said to me when he got back into the car. He said "I know you are going to blog about this", I told him well yes I probably would. And secretly I was wishing how I had my camera. Am I a bad wife? Sometimes husbands can be so funny!