Bad Blood

Feb 19, 2020 12:04

To-day I donated blood. Or tried to do so.

Yessie stuck me, but it didn't hold. This was the first time I was asked to rotate the ball instead of squeeze it. I think it was because of that which caused the blood flow to slow and allowed the wound to clot.

I donated at least half of what I was supposed to donate, but it seemed to take longer than I remember.

If I get a spreading hematoma, it will be the last time I donate. Got one before and I was not happy.

At least the last time I had a bruise up and down my arm, the donation was complete.

If I get through this without one, though, I am willing to do it again...but if I get a spreading hematoma or a blood clot again then it will be the last time.

They also didn't have any juice for me, which is too bad: I was looking forward to it. Got some cheeze-its, though.

Too bad: it otherwise went well. This van had the recliners, not just flat beds. Yessie had a good technique for taking the finger prick: pinching the finger to keep me distracted and provide less of a pain threshold for the actual event.

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