Mad Cow Disease And Donating Blood Novels & Stories

Oh well, he thought, as nature did its thing, it beats working for a living. Teddy drove to La Rèole in a foul temper. Though the town - once an important city - looked fabulous in the sunlight, Teddy was hungry and a little anxious. He did not like giving blood. Not that he had ever had to give very much. French paranoia over mad cow disease had put a stop to blood donation by foreigners such as himself. With his elevated cholesterol and occasional nasty infection however, he had had to give drops of it to the laboratory from time to time.

If his blood were drawn for the child, it would only cause a hemolytic reaction. The parents present also had no idea who Joseph was, and there was much discussion. "Who was he?" "It seemed like I knew Owen's mom." "Could it be the child's father?" "If it's the child's father, don't they know that direct relatives cannot donate blood?" "You said this... If the doctor hadn't just said it, I wouldn't have known that direct relatives cannot donate blood!" Elianna took a deep breath and coldly said, "My son didn't need your blood!"