Dead Man Walking
This past week, an allergic reaction I had to taking Zantac brought to mind the other time a drug whose name began with “Z” did a number on me. Like all of my stories, this one goes in directions you might not have imagined.
In Part 1, you can read about the first–and last–time I donated plasma, thanks to the weakest of encouragement from my friend Reece.
The next two parts detail the dark side of earning easy money, as I got terribly ill from my actions that day.
Severe illness can be life-changing and unexpectedly catastrophic. Subsequent parts will delve into how that one decision nearly derailed my entire college career and love life.
Responses to “Dead Man Walking”
July 28th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
Holy cow, Spamboy! I have just read Parts I and II, and I am thinking this must have turned into a real life-changing episode. What I am wondering is how or why you did not tell the doctor that you had donated plasma the day before. But I suppose that’s all part of the story. When can we see the rest?!!!


July 28th, 2007 at 5:06 pm
I have a horrible feeling that this encounter with a university doctor is not going to have a good ending… There is a reason why so many colleges’ health centers are nicknamed “Quack Shacks!”