Guilt

Today we had a blood donor clinic at work and I was turned down - evidentally my hemocrit level was too low to donate. I have never been refused to donate and it sucks that this time - I couldn't. It fills me with guilt in a sense. Had my iron been a bit better - had I actually bothered to eat more spinach and what not, I could have been fine to donate and some poor soul in need of blood could have had some of mine.