Dear Subway Rider,
Thank you. I know I do not say this often, but thank you.
The other night I donated whole blood for the first time in a while and it hit me harder than I thought it would. Typically I donate platelets which takes 1.5 to 2 hours and does not affect me very much. I can get up from the bed, have a juice and cookies, and be on my way without any problems. But they were running way behind last night and my platelet count was low so I decided to do whole blood instead. I pumped out a pint of blood in 15 minutes, had my juice and cookies and then was on the subway platform waiting for a train.
By the time we hit 125 street I had already had to crouch down twice to pretend to futz with my bag in order to stave off fainting. My head throbbed in time with my pulse and my vision was going a little dark at the edges. So when I finally saw a seat open up I was so happy, but then you sat in it.
I approached you and asked if I could please sit because I had just donated blood and was feeling woozy. Without any hesitation you said yes, stood up, and let me sit. You didn’t question me, huff, or demand proof and I am extremely thankful for that. I was able to sit down and hang my head until my stop which enabled me to get home safe.
So thank you.
Blood Donor on the Train