Yesterday was platelets-giving day. I watched Million Dollar Baby while my blood was pumped out of one arm, harvested for platelets in a big ol' machine next to me, and put back in the other arm. The movie got me nice and depressed. However, the Red Cross has a new technique to keep losers like me giving blood and stuff. They tell you the number of lives your donations have affected. Supposedly my blood has helped save 51 lives. Huh.