All my CSI dreams are coming true.
I’m getting swabbed! I read an article in the paper last week about the difficulty in finding bone marrow donors for some ethnic groups, something that hit close to home because a) I am ethnic and b) I have bones. A pilot program started in BC to find ethnic donors is now being rolled out across Canada by Canadian Blood Services, and I signed up to take part. Sometime next week I will be getting a kit in the mail containing instructions and an official DNA collectin’ swab. I’m to swab me decks and mail it back – they’ll harvest my DNAs and put me in a database in case I’m a match to someone needing some of my precious fluids. Hooray! The government will have my DNA! This can in no way go horribly, horribly wrong!
I’m only a little ashamed to admit that I totally signed up for this program for the thrill of being swabbed.
So, if there are any sickly half-Malaysian half-French-Canadian people out there, have no fear – my spectacular blood, plasma, stem cells or bone marrow could be coming soon to veins near you!
If anyone asks, please don’t mention my 17 kinds of herpes.
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Only 17? Amateur.
Man, now I feel lame for not being able to participate, what with not being ethnic and all. Any part English, part French Canadian, part American, maybe a sprinkling of First Nations but nobody’s really sure people needing bone marrow? Call me!
bah. blood services won’t take my blood even though I DON’T have 17 kinds of herpes. jerks. :(
maybe they’ll take my cells, though! I’m not in any way unusually ethnic, unless they count “british mutt” as ethnic… but what the hell, british mutts get leukemia, too.
Last time I got my life insurance upped (don’t tell my wife) a nurse came to my house to take a DNA swab, blood test and a urine sample. She waited outside the bathroom door while I peed into a cup, to make sure I wasn’t cheating. I guess people routinely store cold, clean pee in a cupboard. I am that person that finds it hard to go when I know I have an audience.
Scary part is that they approved me, but with a slightly higher fee. They don’t exactly say why, as I guess most people don’t want to know, but since I’m not a smoker, they either detected a litre of gin in my urine, or the diabetes in my genes. Either way, when I die someone will win big. :)
Donna: Somebody is currently suing Blood Services because of their discriminatory screening practices, saying that the way they screen has little to nothing to do with demonstrated risk for HIV/AIDS, particularly their prohibition on all gay blood, despite the equal rates of infection among heterosexuals. They really need to get with the times, but I guess they’re uber-paranoid about it after the tainted blood scandals. But for crying out loud, there is a middle road. There is a huge shortage of blood, and they’re cutting out potentially 9/10ths of the population (let’s put it this way: there are lots of liars in the world who give blood anyway, and they STILL don’t have enough.)
ain’t no way nobody’s givin me no gay blood if I’m dyin in a hospital. If I make a pass at the doc, I’ll hafta kick my own gay ass.
After you’re through intercoursing it of course.
This is funny cuz they just had a van full of vampires at my office this week trying to steal our blood. Personally I think we should all just get an extra freezer like Korean families do (you know, the smelly one that sits in their garage), and routinely take and store our OWN blood bags in there. Then if something happens we’re already good to go.
Wouldn’t it feel a bit ridiculous if your blood went into a pro fighter/boxer?
Because, you know, gay blood is…different. I should have put it in quotation marks, ’cause I was being sarcastic :)
(’cause there ‘haint no such thing as gay blood, me dears!)
Yeah, but who keeps smelly Korean families in their garage?
What’s the upside?
Frankly, I don’t see a downside…
didn’t you ever have math homework? ;o
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I’m running low on stereotypes :[ we need people to donate those.