Helping Hilly Give Blood

This one is for Hilly.

I watched Hilly give blood today. It was 164 cool! I wanted dadda to video it but he only had is reg'lar camera.

First they put her on the seat then they got a bag and put her blood into it. But first they painted her arm to kill all the germs, then they poked the needle in there. There is a blood pusher on that needle like Dus-E-Boy has. Then the blood sucks through the tube into the bag. The blood is dark red- even darker than Lightning McQueen red. It's a little long til the bag gets full. There is a guy who keeps flipping the bag of blood. I took care of Hilly since she lost a lot of blood. I went with her to the treats. She got juice and I got water because I love water.

I wouldn't want to give blood. I think it was hurting Hilly but grown-ups are tough. They don't cry like kids do. I don't think I would cry but I would definately say 'ouch' and I would definately hate it. But sometimes you just have to give blood because sometimes people need it.

When you give somebody your blood, it has to be the same kind of blood as theirs or it won't work. When I was pouring blood out of my mouth I almost had to get blood from somebody. Dadda could give me blood because we are on the same blood team. I am thankful for blood because it helps you live.

[Dad's Note: For those of you new to Bridger's blog, he had a really close call last summer. Ever since, he's been somewhat obsessed with giving blood. See this and this.]