My mom was an ICU nurse my whole growning up years. Back in the 60's and 70's, before AIDS and such, things were a lot different at hospitals, as far as restrictions and regulations. Every couple of weeks, my mom would bring home EXPIRED BAGS OF BLOOD.
"WHY?!?", you ask?
No, we're not characters from a Lyndsay Sands novel (and the post-dated blood would've made us sick, anyway).
My mom would feed the blood to her HOUSEPLANTS. I kid you not. She swore it made them thrive.Well, and we did have some damn fine looking plants, I'll say that.
It was a little disconcerting for guests, though, when they'd see the empty blood bags in the trash, or if they were lucky, they'd get to catch the bag SITTING IN THE PLANT, trickling blood into the soil.
And people wonder why I'm weird.
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