Sad Poet Saturday: Thalassemia Minor

One thing I’ve wanted to do my entire life was give blood.

Burgers before. Spinach before. No good.

I hit 30 and weakness sets in. What on Earth is this? I have never been vital. I have never been “peak”. But weakness now?

Diagnosis: Beta Thalassemia. My bones are empty. My blood is tiny. I can never give blood.

I guess that takes it off the bucket list…

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