I’ve known my blood group since Weeza was born – I was given a card with it on and kept it in my handbag for years until my bag was stolen. I didn’t think much of it – I’ve the same group as my mother had, O rh+ and, whilst I’ve never asked my sister what hers is, she must know it because she’s had a transfusion.
When Weeza was expecting Zerlina, she mentioned to me that she has Rhesus negative blood. I’m not sure how this is passed down, whether I can carry it as a recessive gene or whether it has to come direct, so I asked her father what his blood group is. He doesn’t know. This isn’t entirely surprising, as he has his blood pressure checked regularly and yet can never tell me what it is, nor what his cholesterol count is (I get round that lack of boring info by not being tested), but it must be on his medical record and if I went for occasional check-ups like a sensible person, I’d have asked the nurse sometime. I wasn’t told the blood group of any of my children, by the way, when they were born or at any other time, so I still don’t know my sons’ and I doubt they’ve got any reason to.
Anyway, it made me ask around a bit, and most women seem to know and a lot of men don’t. This may be because women who’ve had babies have their blood group checked and remember, whereas men only know if they’ve another reason to. Every one of you who has replied knows, so it doesn’t really indicate anything except that we smart bloggers and blog-readers know a bit about our bodies and that the Sage isn’t bothered.
I did ask about giving blood after an operation and (they checked I’m not having one in the next few weeks, they’re always very considerate) they said I can come back whenever I feel ready. Assuming I’ve not had a blood transfusion, that is. And, those of you who can’t donate because they’re anaemic, I wasn’t strong enough to for years. I wasn’t checked for anaemia, but I used to feel faint quite regularly like a Victorian Miss, so I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea. Indeed, I’ve been turned away once because of low iron levels.
I met my friend Albert at the clinic. He was giving his 50th donation. Well done, Albert – that’s something I won’t achieve, I know.
Today, I’ve been slogging round outlying villages delivering leaflets to specific houses and being highly frustrated (not for the first time) by the abysmal level of street and house labelling. Houses are often numbered at random and names may be put anywhere – impossible to spot as a car driver and if it’s a long road I don’t want to walk it, just for one house. This village is very random too and any new postman is sent out with an experienced one for the first few days to start getting the hang of it.. For example, Marsh Lane is in two separate locations with no indication which is which, and the village’s bypass is in between them. So is the whole of Station Road.