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I gave blood yesterday. It was awful.
I hate needles and hyperventilate after they go in. I can feel the blood rushing out of me and I start to think about it too much and freak out. The guy also took forever to put in the needle and take it out. I wanted to say, "Dude- just rip the band-aid off and get it over with!" He also stuck me in my left arm. Nobody has ever stuck a needle into my left arm. The vein on my right arm is huge and very visible and you can barely see the one on my left arm.
And why do they always keep it SO FUCKING COLD inside the building where you are to give blood? I felt like I was inside a coffin, and my entire body was shaking.
I was there for two hours. Waiting, having blood sucked out of me, and eating a ham salad sandwich made by the nice church ladies. (I hate ham salad, but they ran out of cake. It tasted awful - ham and mayo do not mix well. Ham, mayo and relish is even worse. Ugh! I devoured it, though).
We recommend that you stay for 15 minutes at the canteen area. No way. I was still shaking from the cold. After about 7 minutes I couldn't stand it any longer. I drove to Sonic and devoured a large fry and diet coke.
I never want to give blood again. That is awful and selfish of me to think. I will continue to give blood. While I was on the lawn chair I was imagining sick people who needed blood and weren't complaining even though they were in pain. Why am I such a weenie?
I hate needles and hyperventilate after they go in. I can feel the blood rushing out of me and I start to think about it too much and freak out. The guy also took forever to put in the needle and take it out. I wanted to say, "Dude- just rip the band-aid off and get it over with!" He also stuck me in my left arm. Nobody has ever stuck a needle into my left arm. The vein on my right arm is huge and very visible and you can barely see the one on my left arm.
And why do they always keep it SO FUCKING COLD inside the building where you are to give blood? I felt like I was inside a coffin, and my entire body was shaking.
I was there for two hours. Waiting, having blood sucked out of me, and eating a ham salad sandwich made by the nice church ladies. (I hate ham salad, but they ran out of cake. It tasted awful - ham and mayo do not mix well. Ham, mayo and relish is even worse. Ugh! I devoured it, though).
We recommend that you stay for 15 minutes at the canteen area. No way. I was still shaking from the cold. After about 7 minutes I couldn't stand it any longer. I drove to Sonic and devoured a large fry and diet coke.
I never want to give blood again. That is awful and selfish of me to think. I will continue to give blood. While I was on the lawn chair I was imagining sick people who needed blood and weren't complaining even though they were in pain. Why am I such a weenie?