Blood belongs in your body. (In one way or another.) It doesn't belong in a tube. Nor does it belong in the medical equivalent of a ziplock bag.
I donated blood yesterday.
Shocking, definitely, given my fear of needles.
This is the down side of being a spontaneous person.
Deciding randomly on a road trip to Pennsylvania, good.
Deciding randomly to get blood drawn, bad.
You know those movies, when the character's like "NOOOO, ______! Don't be a hero!" when the other character is about to do something really heroically stupid?
Don't be a hero. LOL.
Why? Because I told myself, 'Hey, nothing's gonna happen. It's to save someone's life. Stop being scared, you'll be fine.'
AND WHAT HAPPENS??
Well, first of all, I get stuck with a total idiot. An asian guy, I think his name was Andrew. But then again, I could be wrong, considering HIS NAMETAG WAS ON UPSIDE DOWN.
He was horrifying.
The stuff of nightmares.
An old asian guy with a creepy smile and a limp and his nametag.... OH, THE HORROR!
He looked like a serial killer!
Okay, maybe I only think that because of my tendency for Japanese Horror Movies....
But he definitely did!! (((AND I HEAR NOW THAT EARLIER HE HAD "MUTILATED" SOME OTHER GIRL'S ARM! FUCKING IDIOT.)))
Anyway... Everything went fairly smoothly-- Well, except for the fact that he stuck the needly in my vein on the outside of my arm, rather than my good vein in the middle, but I didn't think anything of it-- until the end.
Towards the end, I was feeling fine but my blood had stopped flowing. So, the guy shoved the WHOLE NEEDLE into my arm. I was horrified, but fine. I didn't say anything...
A few minutes after that, it all went downhill.
All of a sudden, I started feeling lightheaded. I sort of felt... disoriented.
I mentioned it to "Andrew" but he didn't really do anything. The lightheadedness got progressively worse until all of a sudden I was on my back with my legs up and an ice pack under my head. My mom (NO idea where she came from, being as I had done this in school) was above me and some of my blood was on the floor (which happened when he pulled the needle out... idiot.)
I could see, but everything was dark and dim. People were talking at me but I couldn't hear, nor could I reply.
It was disgusting.
Every surface on my body ached... It really felt like I was dying.
At one point, I had actually started crying because it was so scary.
The first thing I can remember is my mom saying how proud she was of me, and the only thing I managed to say was, "I'm not doing that again..."
................................................... Maybe I WILL donate again. As long as I get someone who knows what they're doing. Not a crazy, serial killer limpy asian man with an upside down nametag.