Murder on the Dancefloor II

Next was the blood test, they'd check for the hemoglobin count. I didn't even look at my finger when they pricked it. Lol. I told them of my situation and asked them if I could donate, they told me I could. Thank goodness. They told me to go to one of the beds and there will be someone who will assist me. It was scary. And I feel so cold because of the rain. Then the medical person came and told me to lie in the bed. I did so and I was so squeamish. :)) She got hold of my hand, sanitized the part where the needle would be inserted and did the thing to look for a blood vein. Gawd, my hand is getting cold again while typing this. Then she positioned the needle and started to insert it. Eeek. I wasn't looking while she is doing that the whole time. When she finished, she gave me a squeeze ball so process would be faster. I can't squeeze hard enough by then. Hehehe. Then she left to attend another donor. I savored the feeling of the needle in my arm at that time. It was not comfortable, I feel the needle in and I have no idea how long it is.

So, whatever happened to my comrades? Well, the one nearest me was doing okay. She was the one to finish last. The other one, I don’t know if she could be called lucky or not but she wasn’t able to donate. That’s why I was curious of how come she’s already sitting on the bed even though she was the first in line of us three. I finished second ((and filled in a lesser amount of blood, 350cc)) and was able to ask her. Apparently they weren’t able to find a vein in her. Worse they even looked for one ((with the needle) several times inside her arm. OUCH! That was major ouch. I would’ve fainted if that was done to me. ~_~ After several minutes, the med assistant returned and removed the bag. I was shocked to see the needle. It was long. 0_0 She told me to lie still for a few and keep my arms stretched while holding the part where the needle was inserted.

After some time I’ve decided to sit up ((my other friend is still not finished by then)) and I was able to chat with the other one who was already walking around by that time. Haha. They gave me food and drinks but I didn’t eat it, I just drank the juice. While waiting for my other friend to finish, by this time I was already standing and prepared my things only to find out that my right hand seem to be frozen ((and weak)) so I asked my friend to give it to me. I didn’t feel dizzy after that, thank god. So after my friend was finished we decided to go home. We all came out of that booth feeling a bit sluggish but happy we were able to do it. The doctor ((who checked my BP)) also told me that I mustn’t tire myself ((do tiring things)) so I’ve decided to walk home ((it’d be more bumpier if I’d ride the trike)). When I came home my mom asked me why I looked like I’ve lost a million bucks, I told her the reason and asked my dad to buy balut for me to eat. Ack. But I still ate it anyways, only the yolk though, that’s the only thing I eat when I eat that.

Oh and I remember there was a side story in that blood donation thingy. Earlier that day there was a guy who fainted. The catch? He’s not even a donor. He was only accompanying his friend who’s donating blood and maybe he’s also scared of blood that he fainted. Lol. Good thing I didn’t faint.

So I guess that’s the entire story. It was a long, but good day. I can’t really say at this point that my fear of syringes has vanished, but I can say that this will not be the last time I will do it. And hopefully I have enough time to gather my guts and do it another time. Hehehe. I hope you enjoyed reading even though it’s quite lengthy. I don’t know if you ever get anything from this one but I seriously hope it didn’t scare you to donate blood. DON’T be. Who knows, your blood could be used to save the life of another person. :)

I guess that’s all. Til my next post.

*Tick tock: Both my mom and dad have the same blood type B. My blood type is O. Lol