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I'm reading this item from HealthDay about drastically upwardly revised Aids statistics in the U.S. when I receive a call from Washington General hospital, where I recently donated blood. "Your blood profile was returned to us," she tells me, causing my blood (which I suddenly believed to be totally skank) to run cold. A vast silence, and then the followup: "Could you confirm your mailing address?"

Physically returned—not rejected. Despite the heart attack–inducing head-fake phone call, I'm no worse for wear. Someone's even benefiting from some A+ blood. But it never matters how improbable the bad news might be—when hospitals call it just seems eminently reasonable, even obvious, that they're going to tell you that you have dengue fever. Not the call you want to receive, well, ever.

On the other hand, I would like to hear from Dan, author of Iconoduel, but the listed e-mail address seems to be out of commission. Dan, if you're reading, could you drop me a line? (Um, promise, totally not bad news or hospital related.)