Prior noders have provided elegant treatises on the molecular structure and peculiar habits of hemoglobin. (Peculiar? What do you expect from something that spends its life in dark, wet, throbbing vessels?) At the risk of sounding vein, not to mention losing a few XPs, I thought I might have something to add. I want you to feel my love for this molecule--and my newfound love of pipes.
Hemoglobin reaches out and grabs oxygen from the surrounding solution. It removes the oxygen completely from solution, and wraps it inside. (Hey, I can see your eyes drooping--just hang with me a minute.) So what? So it carries oxygen--we know that already...
Carrying oxygen, by itself, is not a big deal. Any solution exposed to the air will absorb oxygen. The air (even here in New Jersey) is 21% oxygen; given an atmospheric pressure of about 760 torr (give or take), oxygen exerts a pressure of around 160 torr (0.21 multiplied by 760 torr), so that any solution standing around (or sitting around--never sure just which a solution does) has about 160 torr of oxygen. The tabasco on my table, the spittle drying in the spittoon, the puddle of pee by the fire hydrant outside all have about 160 torr of oxygen. This is called the partial pressure of oxygen, and is designated in shorthand as the pO2. For the purists out there, I realize that humidity (or water vapor pressure) will lessen the pO2 a smidgeon, but even on a hellaciously humid August day in Jersey, the pO2 will still be about 150 torr.
(Uh-oh--heads lolling now, won't be long before the unconscious drooling starts...)
Two containers of liquid, both exposed to the same atmosphere, at the same temperature, should have the same pO2.
Arterial blood, the bright red loving flow of love that keeps us alive, has a lower pO2 than my tabasco.
"Blasphemy! How can a mere bottle of hot sauce have a higher pO2 than the God-given serum coursing through my vessels? You expect me to believe that a glass of water sitting on a humid, warm (say 99 degrees Fahrenheit) beach in Florida, languidly enjoying the middday sun, has a higher pO2 than my blood, which is working its ass off this very moment trying to feed the brain with enough oxygen to write this dribble?"
Yep--it's true. Our blood has a fair amount of carbon dioxide (CO2), which exerts 40 to 45 torr within our blood vessels; the atmosphere, for all the talk of rising carbon dioxide and global warming, has very little CO2. (The atmosphere is about 0.036% CO2, or much less than 1 torr at sea level.)
(At this point the only folks still awake are the sharks ready to pounce on errors--ah, well, makes for more interesting give and take.)
When my tabasco sauce is in a steady state, or equilibrated, with the atmosphere gazillions of molecules are simultaneously entering and leaving solution; the partial pressue reflects an average pressure exerted by the gas in solution or in the atmosphere. So long as the pressure (and temperature) stay the same, the only way I can increase the total amount of oxygen dissolved in solution is to increase the percentage of oxygen in the air.
Think of a a big yard with an open gate in the middle of Australia in 1876, the Year of the Great Kangaroo Population Boom. In March of that year, the streets of Melbourne were thick with joeys. If you left your gate open, soon your yard was teeming with joeys....as fast as some scooted out, some more hopped back in.
Here is where the hemoglobin gets wily (and where I get spasms of joy contemplating the complexities within my body). If in a steady state, any extra molecule I squeeze in solution results in another less fortunate O2 molecule getting punted, how can I increase the amount of oxygen in, say, blood? The answer is, kidnap the oxygen molecules and remove them completely out of solution.
Imagine a few mama kangaroos wandering into my yard, stuffing joeys in their pouches. Now I have room for more joeys to come in.
Hemoglobin snuggles itself around the O2, each hemoglobin molecule capable of grabbing 4 oxygen molecules, like a big mama kangaroo scooping her joeys into her pouch. Once those oxygen molecules are out of solution, more oxygen molecules dissolve into the solution from the outside air.
Even more amazing, under just the right conditions, the hemoglobin kicks oxygen right back out again (see cooperativity in this same node). If hemoglobin could only grab oxygen without letting go, it would be useless.
As an aside, carbon monoxide does just that--it climbs into mama roo's pouch, latches on to a teat as though there's no tomorrow, and will not leave no matter how much mama tries to toss his ass back out.
The hemoglobin grabs oxygen as it courses through the alveoli (air sacs) in the lungs, then dumps off the oxygen feeding hungry cells.
So now go back and read the articles in this node. Think about the geometric complexity as this lovely, complex molecule literally bends shape as it grabs oxygen molecules; think of the complexity of organization that created hemoglobin, allowing it to grab oxygen as well as dump it, in a spirit of cooperativity that leaves some of us gasping.