Regular donor checking in- I last donated a week ago, and I’m a sneeze away from the three-gallon mark. (Sneezing out that last pint of blood would be disturbing, though.)
If this is your first donation, I’d recommend budgeting a little more than an hour for this. They’ll first hand you some material to read before you donate - one about AIDS, another about NAT testing of the blood. (I think- they haven’t changed in years, at least in my area, so I just give them a cursory skim to make sure there’s no “we own your soul” clause in there now.)
After that, a nurse will take you to a private area. Previously (and possibly still in your area), you would fill out a little questionnaire yourself answering yes/no questions on your sexual history, where you’ve traveled, certain medical procedures, et cetera. In the North Central region, though, they’ve moved that onto laptops, which requires the nurse to read the questions to you individually. (No more circling ‘yes’ for “Do you feel well today?” and ‘no’ for everything else and being done in a moment. Of course, I always checked to see if they slipped in a question of “Do you mind if we own your soul?”)
They’ll double-check your social security number, name, and birthdate. They’ll prick your finger for a drop of blood to measure the iron content. (Personal record: 46%. That was one hell of a prime rib I ate the night before…) They’ll measure your pulse and blood pressure and temperature, and look at the insides of each of your arms to see if you’re an IV drug user.
Once they’ve done all that, then it’s off to the gurney. The nurse there will triple-check your name, social security number, and birthdate, and will take a look at your arms to see which one they prefer. (Trob, I’ve donated from my right arm nearly every time, and there’s no visible scar there at all. Am I just lucky, or does the scar start appearing after 30 or so donations?)
The nurse will put a cuff over your arm and have you squeeze a small plastic tube, and then mark two points on your arm with a marker. The cuff’s pressure will be released, and the nurse will swab the spot with a brownish goo. I can only assume it’s an iodine solution or so.
You’ll feel a short pinch when the needle goes in, and they’ll tape it down to your arm. They’ll ask you to squeeze the little plastic tube every ten seconds or so, or roll it around in your hand, just to make sure the blood keeps flowing. After about five minutes (another personal record: three minutes, fifty-one seconds) the bag will be filled. The nurse will pull the needle out, put a small gauze bandage on the elbow, and have you hold your arm up in the air for a minute, applying pressure.
Then you sit down, eat cookies, drink orange juice, and feel like a good person. And don’t forget to make an appointment to donate in 56 days.
They’ll also discourage you from strenuous physical activity or alcoholic beverages for the rest of the day, so I don’t know how that’ll impact your physical therapy. On the other hand, you become a cheap drunk for a day.
(And yes, I keep track of my times when donating. See, you’re just sitting there for a while, so it’s more fun to see how many times you can bounce a ball in an hour, and then try to break that record. Er, I mean, … uh, yeah, you know.)