A coward’s guide to giving blood
From our UK edition
If it weren’t for blood, I wouldn’t be here. And by here, I mean in The Spectator. Until my school tutor pointed out that my inability to cope with blood might complicate my desire to become a doctor, that was what I thought I would end up doing. Everyone knows that giving blood is a ‘good thing to do’ (just do it!) and later, while at university, I really did try. But after fainting in a church hall while wearing a mini skirt, I was asked to give it a break. Don’t call us, etc. Then came pregnancy, and blood going in all sorts of directions. It was time to man up. Besides, as the midwives kept telling me, I was O-negative, the universal donor, a ‘first responder’. Had I considered donating?