Two updates back to back...whoa
I decided to donate blood today. For whatever reason, I decided that I was actually going to go inside the donation buses that are constantly at school and give my gift of life. I figured that the people would be really nice and try to ease any fears, questions or concerns that I might have, but this did not happen. Instead, total 180.
The first girl I encountered just handed me some paperwork, without even cracking a smile or voicing a simple hello. I filled it out, and I had to get my blood tested for iron. I was taken into a little room where this other woman, who refused to make eye-contact, pricked my finger and proceeded to ask me some questions she was 'required by law' to ask.
Next, I was taken to a reclined chair and asked if I wanted something to drink. I got some free apple juice, woot. (Fyi, this was the only thing relatively nice any of these bastards did for me). Now, I'm not terrified of needles, but I do get nervous when I'm about to be stuck. The woman who stuck me did a nice job, but she was a total bitch. I sat there for ten minutes, trying to make conversation to ease some of my tension, and all she did was glare at me, like ridiculing me for trying to do a good thing, you know?
Anyway, ten minutes goes by, and they kept looking at the bag and doing stuff to the wire filled with blood. I said it kinda stung when they played with the wire, but that's all I said. Before I knew it, it was over. Just as I was climbing to my feet, they show me the bag that is NEARLY filled with my blood and say it's not enough. I get all these strange looks, then one guy goes, "Ah well, maybe next time." Then this bitch proceeded to tell me that if I hadn't complained about the needle stinging, she would have been able to fill the bag up.
I was too woozy to say anything, so I grabbed my free T-shirt and left. Nobody even said thank you, dammit! I realize that is rather selfish of me, but I didn't have to donate, I chose to.
And what's the deal with it 'not being enough'? Does that mean they can't use it?? The bag was nearly full, surely that's enough to help at least SOMEone, right? And she said she pulled out the needle because I complained. I never once cried out or said 'Please, God, just take the damn thing out! I can't stand it!' No, I just said, "That kinda stings. Oh, wait, that's better." So, she made it sound like it was my fault that the bag didn't get completely full.
I had such a bad experience that I'll never donate again. At least, not to the buses that come on campus. Isn't that a sad thing? I'll never give the gift of life again because of some rude and uncaring nurses. You know, had only one of them, just ONE, taken the time to smile, asked me why I was there, or even said thank you, I would be all about donating again. Fuck that shit. No wonder there's a shortage of donors.
The first girl I encountered just handed me some paperwork, without even cracking a smile or voicing a simple hello. I filled it out, and I had to get my blood tested for iron. I was taken into a little room where this other woman, who refused to make eye-contact, pricked my finger and proceeded to ask me some questions she was 'required by law' to ask.
Next, I was taken to a reclined chair and asked if I wanted something to drink. I got some free apple juice, woot. (Fyi, this was the only thing relatively nice any of these bastards did for me). Now, I'm not terrified of needles, but I do get nervous when I'm about to be stuck. The woman who stuck me did a nice job, but she was a total bitch. I sat there for ten minutes, trying to make conversation to ease some of my tension, and all she did was glare at me, like ridiculing me for trying to do a good thing, you know?
Anyway, ten minutes goes by, and they kept looking at the bag and doing stuff to the wire filled with blood. I said it kinda stung when they played with the wire, but that's all I said. Before I knew it, it was over. Just as I was climbing to my feet, they show me the bag that is NEARLY filled with my blood and say it's not enough. I get all these strange looks, then one guy goes, "Ah well, maybe next time." Then this bitch proceeded to tell me that if I hadn't complained about the needle stinging, she would have been able to fill the bag up.
I was too woozy to say anything, so I grabbed my free T-shirt and left. Nobody even said thank you, dammit! I realize that is rather selfish of me, but I didn't have to donate, I chose to.
And what's the deal with it 'not being enough'? Does that mean they can't use it?? The bag was nearly full, surely that's enough to help at least SOMEone, right? And she said she pulled out the needle because I complained. I never once cried out or said 'Please, God, just take the damn thing out! I can't stand it!' No, I just said, "That kinda stings. Oh, wait, that's better." So, she made it sound like it was my fault that the bag didn't get completely full.
I had such a bad experience that I'll never donate again. At least, not to the buses that come on campus. Isn't that a sad thing? I'll never give the gift of life again because of some rude and uncaring nurses. You know, had only one of them, just ONE, taken the time to smile, asked me why I was there, or even said thank you, I would be all about donating again. Fuck that shit. No wonder there's a shortage of donors.