That is Robert's plasma, basically Robert's blood minus the red and white blood cells, which end up going back up the tube into Robert's arm. ROMER: As we talk, a plastic one-liter bottle attached to the front of the white machine slowly begins to fill with a liquid the color of strawberry lemonade.
So does it seems strange at all that your blood is going into the white machine next to you? As Robert clenches and unclenches his fist over and over, his dark red blood flows through the tube into a centrifuge hidden inside the box. ROMER: Plastic tubing leads from the needle in Robert's arm to a white machine a little larger than a case of beer. ROMER: That's because you aren't scared of needles. MATTHEWS: See, it's not that bad (laughter). UNIDENTIFIED PHLEBOTOMIST: OK, you're going to feel a pinch.
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Inside his right elbow on the skin above his good vein was a small, black, circular scar from all the times before today that the needle had gone in. ROMER: Robert was here in Cherry Hill, N.J., to donate his blood plasma. ROMER: She just call you Robert with the good vein? OK, you can out your arm down, Robert with the good vein. UNIDENTIFIED PHLEBOTOMIST: Can you lift your arm up, please? Thank you. When I first met Robert Matthews (ph), he was lying on a black reclining bed in a room full of black reclining beds, about to have a phlebotomist stick a very large metal needle into his arm. SYLVIE DOUGLIS, BYLINE: This is PLANET MONEY from NPR.
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