Making blood

One of these days, the subject of knitting will come up. With pictures. Yes, I have been knitting socks. Three pairs in the works. (Is it really necessary to pluralize the word "pair"?)
There are a couple of long, stories attached to each skein of yarn. And I am not up to telling those stories. Not sure if I ever will.

Todays subject is 'making blood'. Because that's what you do after the vampires at the Memorial Blood Center poke a needle into your arm and extract as much as they can before you pass out. My blood was purple. I don't think it's supposed to be purple. I asked her, "Is that purple tubing or is that the color of my blood?" Lea replied, "No, that's your blood. The tubing is clear." OK then. Next time, platelets only. Maybe that way I won't look so pale over the winter season. Perhaps I should have gone directly to the club to be weighed.
I could record immediate results for the two workouts I've done. Wouldn't Joel the Personal Trainer be proud? I'd be his new star chubby girl. He'd get on the PA and announce to everyone, "LOOK! Karen's lost a pint already since Saturday! That's equivalent to 1 pound of flesh!! Which means she's burned 3,500 calories since I first met her a mere 2 days ago. Isn't that fantastic?"

I can almost sense the cannibals disbanding. I mean, what kind of feast only feeds 8 cannibals?