Well, I wanted to donate blood back in high school.
My senior year the Bloodmobile came by TPS (my HS) and I went, signed up and sat down.
The nice nurse took my hand and said, “We need to check your iron level first.”
And as she said this she used a lancet to prick my finger. And I am sitting there staring at my finger and I realize that I cannot feel my legs or feet and my head has gotten light and swimmy. So I respond with, “May I sit down?”
And as I am already sitting the BM nurse looks at me and smiles and hands me a Dixie® cup of Orange Crush® and two butter cookies, saying, “Maybe you should do this another time, dear.”
Fast forward a year, I am now at college and Oxford Studies, an “easy A” class, has as one of its things to do for credit—donate a pint of blood. So I think to myself, “I can do this.”
And I go, sign up, sit down, survive the obtaining iron sample but fail the “hunting for a good fat vein” thing the nurse does. As none of my doctors’ nurses ever complained about teeny, tiny, veins in my arms before the idea that suddenly my vein have all dived to hide seemed to me to be slightly unlikely. :dubious: And if this person cannot find a vein when I have been lauded in the past for lovely, beautiful, fat veins then I want this person far away from me. :eek: So I pipe up with, “If you cannot find a vein I think I will keep my blood for the time being.”
So twenty three years pass and if I remember right, every-bloody-else in my immediate and extended family has donated blood without complications. I am the only wuss in the bunch. ILovCoffeeHubby hates needles and he has donated at least 3 times.
So this time I did it. I signed up to donate. I showed up to donate. I managed to donate.
I survived. It was not easy to be still and not read, not watch TV, not have a meaningful/productive conversation, or not snooze for 18 minutes as my blood was donating. And I feel like I am a pint low today. No joke, it was hard to wake up this morning and I have been feeling “eh”.
But, I did it. I was not prepared for the needle stinging :eek: and the arm falling asleep. But I survived and I hope that my donation helps someone. Not too soon and not due something horrible but in the everyday course of events. I hope to be able to do it again after May 2nd.