When Giving Blood Goes Wrong
My husband Jeff, left an hour and a half ago to give blood. It usually takes him a 1/2 hour tops…he’s a pro blood donor. He finally walked in the door looking like this. I promise I comforted him (while fighting off laughter) after I took this photo. He said “and they didn’t even have chocolate!” I really think that may be the only reason he is always so anxious to give away his blood. I adore this man.
And while we’re posting pictures of Jeff (and reason’s why I love him) here’s a gem from a few weeks ago:
He brings so much light into my life.
What a trooper. Hope those battle wounds heal quickly!
HAHAHAHA!
i can totally relate- this is my norm:O)
i have VERY small uncooperative veins so i don’t even try anymore- it ends up being more trouble than its worth… especially because after about 4 tries i almost pass out.
what a good guy:O)
you can tell he’s a sweetie with a sense of humor.
hooray for good husbands!