tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post5709656251332542003..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: A Matter Of Some GravityMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-83108461933600255352011-09-24T19:39:03.137-07:002011-09-24T19:39:03.137-07:00The questionnaire was really funny. I would give b...The questionnaire was really funny. I would give blood if they entertained me this way, but they don't. I just get orange juice or something. I really don't remember what I got. I do have a vivid memory of being assaulted with a needle, though. All I wanted to do was give blood!John Mystehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263634313238599515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-9184387112453858582011-08-21T01:01:57.900-07:002011-08-21T01:01:57.900-07:00SOON! And yes. Remind me to tell you all about Boi...SOON! And yes. Remind me to tell you all about Boise(an?) Libraries!.Vivi Rrrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15919519271629524764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-20168683610304914082011-08-20T14:59:05.970-07:002011-08-20T14:59:05.970-07:00So glad you have defended Dave's honor and let...So glad you have defended Dave's honor and let me know what a fine, upstanding man he is (when he is not sleeping!) I now have another concern. After re-looking at the photos, one (me, that is) wonders why you already own a hard hat. Could it be that conking your head is commonplace at your place? Just wondering ...debwardarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05225105239355671724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-24069551419933734422011-08-20T11:38:42.897-07:002011-08-20T11:38:42.897-07:00Ouch!Ouch!MEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15979428054944282055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-19265282757844196682011-08-20T10:52:32.532-07:002011-08-20T10:52:32.532-07:00My mom did this. Gave blood, bicycled home, called...My mom did this. Gave blood, bicycled home, called my dad, fainted and pulled the phone off the wall (old days). Needless to say my dad was alarmed.AnnieShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09141151995069029743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-70286168206395616472011-08-19T18:37:13.406-07:002011-08-19T18:37:13.406-07:00:-( xoxo
Hugs and hugs. I don't like your he...:-( xoxo<br /><br />Hugs and hugs. I don't like your head making holes in the wall, though I suppose I'd dislike the reverse even more. We are very fond of that head: please take care of it!Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-34285388706447033422011-08-19T11:46:17.024-07:002011-08-19T11:46:17.024-07:00My veins are so scarred up from the last 40 years ...My veins are so scarred up from the last 40 years that they either move aside or get poked all the way through. They just can't do it any more. They'll have to get blood from another turnip.Jonhttp://www.northcoaststables.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-19003166112329561262011-08-18T22:52:01.787-07:002011-08-18T22:52:01.787-07:00I have a few more questions for you, Miss Vivi. Wh...I have a few more questions for you, Miss Vivi. When are you coming back here for good? And will you bring pie?Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-44518491951671097812011-08-18T18:52:48.439-07:002011-08-18T18:52:48.439-07:00Add a couple of bullet-points on "espionage&q...Add a couple of bullet-points on "espionage" and "intentions" and that questionnaire of yours will be pretty much the same one us foreigners have to answer before entering the US of A.Vivi Rrrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15919519271629524764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-49454210893685309632011-08-17T23:37:24.400-07:002011-08-17T23:37:24.400-07:00You donated blood for 40+ years? Wow, I commend y...You donated blood for 40+ years? Wow, I commend you for giving so many pints over so many years!Ed Downshttp://www.ekdowns.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-36033403168309002682011-08-17T22:09:08.333-07:002011-08-17T22:09:08.333-07:00Bloody hell....I'm laughing so hard I can bare...Bloody hell....I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe. Maybe I'll pass out and hit my head, it would serve me right for laughing at your expense.<br /><br /> I used to donate blood and then got talked into donating plasma and platelets. Did that for a Loooong time, until 3 times in a row, I had almost the experience you had, but out in public.<br /><br /> I think people thought I was Akanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513632434353119491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-67070809420930749142011-08-17T20:02:35.882-07:002011-08-17T20:02:35.882-07:00Ack! Littleorangeguy! I wrote that before I plotze...Ack! Littleorangeguy! I wrote that before I plotzed. Do you think it was Dave's meat-and-fruit dinner and the muskrat wine? Gad.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-50696323681345320552011-08-17T19:59:51.517-07:002011-08-17T19:59:51.517-07:00Beth! Crap! It WAS you! I'd forgotten about th...Beth! Crap! It WAS you! I'd forgotten about that little incident. I guess that guy really was a novice. Your blood had some serious momentum, girl. If that had happened to me, the Red Cross would be missing about seventeen gallons of blood by now.<br /><br />Elephant's Child, you have earned your rest. We thank you for your contributions. I don't have a headache anymore but I've Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-53236457875823256132011-08-17T18:48:04.132-07:002011-08-17T18:48:04.132-07:00I follow the directions. No imagination whatsoeve...I follow the directions. No imagination whatsoever.Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-77689263806210965312011-08-17T18:13:09.218-07:002011-08-17T18:13:09.218-07:00As an A+ bloodtype, I should probably give blood, ...As an A+ bloodtype, I should probably give blood, but never have. My ex gave blood regularly, until they turned him away in the late 80's--further testing was inconclusive, and I think it's one of the reasons he's an ex--I guess he thought he was safe enough if they accepted his blood. And to think he figured that *I* gave him one of those (see chart).Tenna Draperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13184289971867037066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-52277893450399196212011-08-17T18:01:46.563-07:002011-08-17T18:01:46.563-07:00Hi Murr,
I hope the roomate you were referring to...Hi Murr,<br /> I hope the roomate you were referring to above wasn't me, as I didn't think it was so hilarious when I first gave blood our freshman year in college, and the "needle man" suddenly mumbled "Oh, shit." You might remember that he had somehow managed to miss my vein and instead nicked an artery,and there was my blood on the ceiling of Little Commons two Beth Shoenbrunnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-86378451600028385222011-08-17T17:39:29.171-07:002011-08-17T17:39:29.171-07:00Where's the chart?Where's the chart?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-71250301120840409202011-08-17T15:57:46.246-07:002011-08-17T15:57:46.246-07:00Ouch. I had a hissy fit when they told me I wasn&...Ouch. I had a hissy fit when they told me I wasn't allowed to give blood any more (MS), but now see what I have been saved. Thanks. Great post, as always. Hope your headache goes away fast.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-31869818979037661842011-08-17T13:13:59.273-07:002011-08-17T13:13:59.273-07:00Hey Murr! The photo was worth the entry fee here, ...Hey Murr! The photo was worth the entry fee here, but the tale of the dented wall and crawling off to bed after just a couple of beers will be remembered out of context for years! Well, by me, anyway. Perhaps you might have beers BEFORE you donate? Your pint of the red stuff may then have froth on it, tho. Oh, the dilemma! IndigoIndigo Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-72945262927231537942011-08-17T11:22:01.916-07:002011-08-17T11:22:01.916-07:00Glad you had a good time giving blood; compensates...Glad you had a good time giving blood; compensates for the not-so-good, self-inflicted difficulties at home. At least you survived!<br />I remember just about passing out when I gave blood. Even before I made it to the cookies. (I'm great at bad timing.)<br />I'm very glad you didn't have a concussion. Those are not nice. (The voice of experience speaks.) Might even ruin your writing,Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-73853322471816214782011-08-17T10:13:15.896-07:002011-08-17T10:13:15.896-07:00Age sneaks up on us in so many little ways, guess ...Age sneaks up on us in so many little ways, guess this was one of them. Glad you lived to tell the tale; this could have been very un-funny. I'm wondering - where was Dave during this and why didn't he realize you were nowhere to be found for some time? Of course, he's a man, and they tend not to notice things unless they are placed directly in their line of vision (like anything debwardarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05225105239355671724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-39117795518296268182011-08-17T09:47:06.148-07:002011-08-17T09:47:06.148-07:00I have had to deal with needles and blood draws on...I have had to deal with needles and blood draws on too many occasions involuntarily to where I cannot bring myself to give blood. What did they do with all the vials they took from me so far? It must add up to several gallons by now. My tests were always "normal" so why did they throw it out? They could have kept it and used it. <br /><br />I'd have to be nuts to give blood only to Robert the Skeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863488312604865183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-51302124204562975012011-08-17T09:38:02.491-07:002011-08-17T09:38:02.491-07:00Good Lord. This explains the muskrat email.Good Lord. This explains the muskrat email.littleorangeguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12654738679277701610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-43981651956661674822011-08-17T08:09:36.848-07:002011-08-17T08:09:36.848-07:00My husband was even given a t-shirt that says, &qu...My husband was even given a t-shirt that says, "3 Pints A Winner." 3 pints of blood, or beer? Maybe both? Then, one time, the needle-woman, batting her eyelashes, chimed to him, "Oooh, I just LOVE your accent! Where are you from?" When he replied, "England," she shooed him out of the bus in no time flat. All because we'd lived in England in the 80s when the Yan Honghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10634290427699024226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-4255005939065458172011-08-17T07:58:34.199-07:002011-08-17T07:58:34.199-07:00Interesting! The blood van was at our local gym ab...Interesting! The blood van was at our local gym about 10-years ago and after a vigorous 90-minute workout I felt invincible. I donated blood, walked into the shower room, cranked the hot water and crumbled. Unusual for me to shower there but the shower in my apartment was broken that day. I was on the floor of the locker room for an hour with people over me. Naked minus a tiny gym towel. I islandwonderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09727478242779134189noreply@blogger.com