:D I got to give blood today! I love giving blood. I've looked forward to it ever since I was finally old enough to. :D Once again I avidly read through the pamphlet the red cross has you read. Albeit it's becoming redundant to reread the thing every time...but that's the relationship I have with paperwork.
For the benefit of those who have never given blood (which you should if you can >:p ) next they poke you're finger to see if you have iron and such, take your pulse, temperature, have you answer questions that you've just read 5 seconds ago (or just me since I reread the thing every time) , and then take your healthy little self over to get your blood taken.
Sadly the nurses don't have name tags...but my nurse was very nice. Whenever I get my blood taken I get somewhat nervous/anxious even though I've done it before. I think it's because I really have to humble myself to let someone poke me with a needle for 5 minutes and take a part of me away. I wasn't very good at hiding my anxiety this time and I noted a panicked look in my nurses eyes as I fidgeted. But as always it all goes away and I then get to sit there awkwardly with no one to talk to...until the nurse tells me that "Wow, you bled in 4 minutes and 49 seconds! Good job!". I morbidly respond "Good for giving blood, bad for bleeding to death" XD I'd like to take all the credit though, my bloodstream had nothing to do with it.
Well, in the end it was another wonderful experience. Though the doctors there are very careful to make it so. Like how they are very attentive to my snacking needs (yogurt trail mix=best trail mix ever) as well as the music playing; they skipped Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love song which caused the bored people waiting to laugh...nervously? XD
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uuuuggghghg. Just the thought of donating blood makes me want to start hyperventilating. Hey, don't get me wrong, I like seeing blood just about as the next person-who-would-rather get-in-a-fight-with-Mike-Tyson. Yes, I would rather paint my face green, wear nothing but a bathing suit and stand outside in the snow saying, "come back spring, come back!" than give blood. It's not that I dislike it, it's that my emotions can't decide what and where they want to be when they feel the needle and see the blood exiting. I start laughing in hysteria, then crying, then my breath doesn't seem to come fast enough. So, when I feel like being a public spectacle and/or passing out, then I will donate.
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