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Blood Donation
There was a bloodmobile at the Patent Office Friday morning, and I was scheduled to give blood. After I filled out the questionnaire, I got a quick exam, at which my blood pressure was eighty-eight over fifty something. The Red Cross gentleman asked whether it was always that low. I told him that it tended to be on the low side, but was normally a hundred and something over sixty something. He said that with an upper number below ninety, I couldn’t donate, but I could try again in ten minutes. I asked whether I should get some exercise, and he said he wasn’t allowed to advise me.
I got a cup of black coffee, and walked up the twenty-four step staircase between the Concourse and the first floor of the Randolph building four times. When I came back, my systolic pressure was over a hundred, and the diastolic also notably higher. They let me give blood, which I did without ill effects.
I got a cup of black coffee, and walked up the twenty-four step staircase between the Concourse and the first floor of the Randolph building four times. When I came back, my systolic pressure was over a hundred, and the diastolic also notably higher. They let me give blood, which I did without ill effects.