couldn't give blood ...

So I decided to be a good citizen and offer my veins to the bloodmobile. Arteries, too. I'm a giver. But they didn't want me or my lousy 35 hematocrit. (Gotta be at 38 to give.)

Cheryl says the problem is that if unchecked I will eat crackers and spray cheese for dinner every night. Which isn't too far from the truth, though in fairness to me, I often eat broccoli for an afternoon snack. Clearly, though, I need more iron.