25 October 2025
Dear Diary,
I always get a little teary on the way to the bloodbank
Kindness, great snacks and staff who look you right in the eye and listen will do that.
Red as a cardinal's cassock, blood leaves me.
One time I gave platletts.
Felt woozy.
Insisted I was fine.
The nurse knew I wasn't.
They are face whispers.
Stay she'd said.
And so I did.
Nurses cared about me.
I cried,
a quiet cry.
Then marvelled at the selection of snacks on offer.
I make a morning of it now.
Mitigating loneliness
One
Drop
At a time.
On the way to the blood bank this morning
At the intersection
A woman I once knew
Passed me in her car
We were friends.
Every day I wake up thinking
How is this possible that we are no longer friends..
Middle East, North, West & South
Ruby, Scarlett, Crimson, Vermillion
Blood flows red as a cardinal's cassock
Into rivers and seas.
I pause at the traffic light
Wanting to ASK
I am on my way to the blood bank
If you needed blood
Would you ASK who donated this?
Because I know that we are a match.