Three entire units of whole blood. I needed surgery quickly, badly, right now. I had bled out half my blood in a near-death accident, 'member? My blood count was 8. It should have been 15.
So I took three units of whole blood. My JW parents came to visit and there the bag of blood was on the stand. I started to make some remark about how good it tasted, but didn't. And they didn't say a word.
I had the surgery. Did fine. And now I'm the picture of bursting good health when I could have been pushing up daisies. And I haven't started doing strange things that the donors were doing either. I'm still just me. And I don't feel like i "ate" anything.
WTBTS, go pack it up your ass.
francois