God, it is so irritating to have my altruistic fantasies smashed into pieces. Tomorrow I was going into the city to donate blood and sign up for the bone marrow donor registry, amongst other things. But a little light googling today turned up the conditions that negate such an action.
Depressing to realise that out of only fifteen auto-immune diseases that bar a person from donating, I have FOUR of them. Iritis, Anklyosing Spondiltis, Reynaud’s Syndrome and Psoriasis.
I’ve often thought that if I was a dog, I would have been put down years ago. But to be honest, none of them significently impact too much on my life these days. I manage them well, which is to say that I ignore them until they make me whine excessively and then I half heartedly treat the itching spottiness or the numb/painful extremities or the eyeball of clouded red throb or the inability to sneeze without crying OR any combination of the afore-mentioned.
Once the itching subsides/the extremities turn a vague pink/the throb vanishes/I can view sex as pleasure, not pain, again, then I pretty much stop whatever medication I have been using for treatment. I can’t remember daily vitamins so anything that needs more action than that doesn’t get a look in, long term.
Management of chronic conditions through laziness is not an approach I would medically recommend so maybe the the Bone Marrow Registry has got it right. I can’t say that the laziness would also be passed on with my cell typography but there is no need to condemn anybody to having to manage a whole lot of DIFFERENT medical issues in place of the one that having the transplant is supposed to cure.