I personally hate the Red Cross for several reasons- when I had to give my own blood for a surgery I was having, they gave me no end of a hard time with the donations. First they wanted to charge me $60/pint (and I was doing 5 of them) to ship it to my hospital where I was having the work done. I didn’t have the money to do that, to which they said “tough shit”, in a nutshell. Then some of my family members were going to donate me some blood in case I needed more, and there was some ridiculous hoops to jump through and they were all going to be charged somewhere upwards of $100/pint to donate and have it specified for my use. Never mind.
So I ended up driving up every week near the hospital I was getting the surgery done at and doing my donations there. Worked out OK in the end, but I couldn’t get over some of the charges they wanted to put on me and that there was absolutely no way around them or to make payments or anything- and I’d been a regular donor since I was 18 and COULD give. My father, too, is a lifelong donor. None of that made any difference to them whatsoever. We could all go shit in our hats as far as they were concerned.
About 6 months after my surgery I donated again. I was asked 10,000 times if I’d had surgery recently and I said yes and when. They took my blood, no problem. Bear in mind that this was 1990 and AIDS paranoia was rampant- at least it was for me. That’s why I donated my own blood. As far as I was aware I’d received all of my own blood back, but I wasn’t exactly awake and aware, so who the hell really knows? Anyway, about 4 days later I get a message on my answering machine.
“Hello Ms. ***, please call the Red Cross Blood Center immediately regarding your donation. Ask for Nurse Ratchet. It’s very important for you to return this call as soon as possible. Thank you.” click
And it was Friday evening when I got it and I couldn’t call. And I was thinking what on earth could it BE except a positive HIV test? Never, ever had they called before for any reason whatsoever. Why do I have to talk to a nurse? WHAT WHAT WHAT??? I called first thing Saturday- sorry Nurse Ratchet isn’t in and we can’t give you any information- you have to talk directly to her.
So all weekend I was sick with panic and worried out of my ever loving mind. Monday morning I called Nurse Ratchet and she says “What was the date of your surgery again?” I told her the last week of April. She says “Oh, we changed our rules and you have to wait a year before donating after surgery now. It used to be 6 months but now it’s a year. So we have to discard your donation. We just wanted to let you know.”
I very nearly crawled through the phone and choked the life out of her, no lie.
I still donate blood, but it’s to the local blood center. I’ll give the Red Cross emergency money and such, but I’ll never forget how little they gave a rats ass about me when I needed help and how bad they scared me over absolutely nothing.