My friend Jacob convinced me to donate even though I hadn't incorporated it into my schedule for the day. I ate a big lunch, went to class, came back and ate a banana before going to the blood drive at Wilson. Unfortunately for me, Jacob had an appointment to go so he was in and out of there in no time (relatively speaking, he was still there for an hour). But as I was waiting for my number to be called, I got a little more nervous as the time went by. I didn't even know what I was jittery about though. I'm not afraid of needles or blood or doctors or anything like that. It was probably just because it was a new experience for me.
Anyway, they FINALLY called me up after two hours of waiting and then it was paperwork time. They took my information, identification, and asked me a ton of questions pertaining to my health. They also took a blood sample to make sure I was actually able to give blood. I'm not a fan of pricking my fingers, and I had to get mine done twice. The first time, my iron count was too low on my left hand, so they redid it on my right hand and it was A-OK. After a few more questions they told me to sit on an open gurney and wait.
More waiting.
I won't go into the process of drawing blood, but I can tell you that it was over much quicker than I would have thought. Or maybe counting just makes the time go by faster. Either way, it was over and I did my good deed for the day! I didn't even get dizzy or light-headed or anything. The only negative results of this are a small purple bruise in the crook of my elbow and my arm occasionally falling asleep. But that will not stop me from donating again on January 15, 2011!
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