It goes together like green beans and ice cream
Ok, so currently I am not friends with the Red Cross or Windermere.
I try and be a good human being and donate blood to my fellow man. The very first time I donated the lady knicked my vein, thus causing a ginormous bruise and swelling, not pleasant. The second time, they couldn't find my vein and were digging around for several minutes. Once again, not pleasant. The third time, they didn't dig, but ended up poking me THREE times! Ok, so after the third time, I was like, dude, this is rediculous. My mom coudln't understand why I would go back and do it again. She was very offended that they would hurt her baby.
Yet, I felt compelled to donate because even though I went through pain, I was able to successfully donate a full pint of blood each time. There are many people who are uneligible to donate because of many reasons or if they are, don't want to. I am eligible and not scared, so I figure I have a duty to donate. So, the past few times have not been too bad, but every once in awhile, they still miss. I've been through it so many times that I immediately know it when it happens.
Today was one of those days. First, I normally donate with the Blood Center of Southeastern Wisconsin. Today it was with the Red Cross so I had to go through the entire interrigation process again. It took 30 minutes because the lady had to go and check on things I said (places I've traveled) like 10 times. Then I finally get in the chair and I'm like, hey, people have trouble with my veins, please only draw if you are positive you have a good one. The lady was like, oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.
Wrong.
She first pricked, and it was fine, but then she called the other lady over and they start moving the needle and then I feel it. It's that same piercing throbbing pain of when they miss. OUUUUCCCHHH!! And the lady has the guts to say, "are you ok?" I'm like, dude, this is NOT how it's supposed to feel. So they continue to search with the needle until the lady was like, um, she's crying too much, we must be hurting her, take it out. Wow, GRRRRRRR! So it's my very first unsuccessful attempt because of the people who are such dumbasses!
So then I'm going to over to get free food and of course everyone has to ask me how I'm doing. I'm like, dude, I'm crying, that's obviously not pleasant. I jus wanted to run away, but I couldn't. Now my arm is still throbbing in pain and I didn't even get to donate a pint.
Also, I am not friends with Windermere because they refuse to salt the parking lot. OMG, my car CANNOT take it! My brakes went into lock mode and I'm slipping and sliding all over the place. I almost did a 180. I pay YOU rent to crash MY car. Thanks, Windermere, you're a real winner. Oh, and btw, all the salt was used on the stairwell and salting in front of my door. P.S. I live on the third floor - there's no ice!
Ok, in other news. I'm Phi Mu president.
I have mixed feelings on this. I'm very excited because I know I can do a lot for the chapter, but I also know it's going to take a whole lot of time. I just have to put it in God's hands.
Also, in Jackie entry style, here's my next semester:
Work (6-20 hrs a week), School (15 credits + lab time), Daily News (16 hrs a week), Expo Magazine (2+ hrs/wk) Phi Mu President (3-8 hrs a week +), Haiti Team (1-4 hrs/wk), Retreat Team (2+ hrs/wk), St. Francis Nursury (1.5 hrs/wk), CSUC (2+ hrs/wk), plus study tables, community service, and more. Oh, and I wanted to find time to do homework and workout. Hmm...I think I should really get more involved.
And, in response to Heather, it would be nice to come home to someone to cuddle up to.
I try and be a good human being and donate blood to my fellow man. The very first time I donated the lady knicked my vein, thus causing a ginormous bruise and swelling, not pleasant. The second time, they couldn't find my vein and were digging around for several minutes. Once again, not pleasant. The third time, they didn't dig, but ended up poking me THREE times! Ok, so after the third time, I was like, dude, this is rediculous. My mom coudln't understand why I would go back and do it again. She was very offended that they would hurt her baby.
Yet, I felt compelled to donate because even though I went through pain, I was able to successfully donate a full pint of blood each time. There are many people who are uneligible to donate because of many reasons or if they are, don't want to. I am eligible and not scared, so I figure I have a duty to donate. So, the past few times have not been too bad, but every once in awhile, they still miss. I've been through it so many times that I immediately know it when it happens.
Today was one of those days. First, I normally donate with the Blood Center of Southeastern Wisconsin. Today it was with the Red Cross so I had to go through the entire interrigation process again. It took 30 minutes because the lady had to go and check on things I said (places I've traveled) like 10 times. Then I finally get in the chair and I'm like, hey, people have trouble with my veins, please only draw if you are positive you have a good one. The lady was like, oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.
Wrong.
She first pricked, and it was fine, but then she called the other lady over and they start moving the needle and then I feel it. It's that same piercing throbbing pain of when they miss. OUUUUCCCHHH!! And the lady has the guts to say, "are you ok?" I'm like, dude, this is NOT how it's supposed to feel. So they continue to search with the needle until the lady was like, um, she's crying too much, we must be hurting her, take it out. Wow, GRRRRRRR! So it's my very first unsuccessful attempt because of the people who are such dumbasses!
So then I'm going to over to get free food and of course everyone has to ask me how I'm doing. I'm like, dude, I'm crying, that's obviously not pleasant. I jus wanted to run away, but I couldn't. Now my arm is still throbbing in pain and I didn't even get to donate a pint.
Also, I am not friends with Windermere because they refuse to salt the parking lot. OMG, my car CANNOT take it! My brakes went into lock mode and I'm slipping and sliding all over the place. I almost did a 180. I pay YOU rent to crash MY car. Thanks, Windermere, you're a real winner. Oh, and btw, all the salt was used on the stairwell and salting in front of my door. P.S. I live on the third floor - there's no ice!
Ok, in other news. I'm Phi Mu president.
I have mixed feelings on this. I'm very excited because I know I can do a lot for the chapter, but I also know it's going to take a whole lot of time. I just have to put it in God's hands.
Also, in Jackie entry style, here's my next semester:
Work (6-20 hrs a week), School (15 credits + lab time), Daily News (16 hrs a week), Expo Magazine (2+ hrs/wk) Phi Mu President (3-8 hrs a week +), Haiti Team (1-4 hrs/wk), Retreat Team (2+ hrs/wk), St. Francis Nursury (1.5 hrs/wk), CSUC (2+ hrs/wk), plus study tables, community service, and more. Oh, and I wanted to find time to do homework and workout. Hmm...I think I should really get more involved.
And, in response to Heather, it would be nice to come home to someone to cuddle up to.