Feb 02, 2007 16:19
I . . . am a failure. Today marked the second time I've ever tried to donate blood, and the second time that THE SAME EXACT THING happened. What happened? I filled out paperwork, they gave me a "My first blood donation!!!" sticker, they pricked my finger to do the iron test, and then certain PSYCHOLOGICAL ODDITIES of mine prevented me from even making it to the donating cot.
"How do you feel?" the nurse asked me as she collected a sample for the centrifuge (because, OF COURSE, my blood couldn't be decisive in the simple density test she tried first). That's when the room started to get a little wavy and I suddenly felt lightheaded. "Um," I responded quietly, "Just a little bit dizzy."
Before I knew it, she told me to lie down on the floor, and some red cross volunteer guy transported me via slidy-chair to the queasy-people room. I'd had a "reaction at health history," and they wouldn't be taking any blood from me this day.
Physiologically, the small amount of blood taken to test for iron does not have enough of an effect to make someone feel lightheaded. What does? Evidently, I have some sort of mental block. A friend of mine thinks that I would be a great doctor, but I'm so freaking squeamish so that would never ever happen. I'll stick to non-living things, thank you very much. grrrrr >:-(.
On a happier note, I did well in compsci this week! See, non-living things are okay. I'm so odd. And I really want to donate blood, too. Maybe next time. Third try is a charm?
Happy Groundhog Day!