So I finally did it; I finally
donated blood! And I can honestly say that the anticipation was the worst part.
All of yesterday Kiersten and I were freaking out about our first time donation
because we had heard so many mixed reactions. While we were waiting in line for
the microwave in the Wilk two guys overheard us talking about it and they both
chimed in with their personal experiences. One made it seem like the scariest
thing ever, and kept telling us to make sure we did this and that. The other
guy was the complete opposite, saying he wrote his bike right after and felt
fine, that it was nothing to worry about.
With both of those reactions I really
didn’t know what to expect! I braced myself for the needle, and was surprised
that it didn’t feel like much more than a pinch. I thought I was in the clear
then and started to relax, but then I heard the nurse politely call over her
supervisor in that fake calm tone medical personnel use when they don’t want
you to know something is wrong. Turns out they missed the vein and after some
fumbling around they decided they better try on my other arm. So there I am
sitting there and the supervisor is asking my nurse if she thinks she’ll be
able to do it the second time, she says “I think
so…” Not exactly comforting. Nevertheless she did get the second arm without
much fuss and the rest of my appointment was great! Even though I had a little
bit of a scary moment, I can’t wait to give blood again!
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