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« on: May 10, 2008, 03:53:18 pm »
...and it sucked. they held a blood drive at my school and i thought it would be cool to sign up and help out my fellow human being, plus it would get me out of class and thus a presentation which i had not finished.
i totally forgot that the blood drive was on thursday, thank god i had breakfast. i got to school and saw a bunch of booths and people from the blood bank. anyway, they pulled me out of class and asked me a bunch of weird questions, such as:
-have you ever had sex in africa in 1977?
-did you have a blood transfusion in the UK before 1982?
-have you ever had sex for drugs or money?
-have you ever given someone drugs or money for sex?
-have you ever had sex with someone that had sex for drugs or money?
...and so forth.
so after they took my blood pressure, pulse, and a sample of blood from pinching my finger, they made me lay down on this bed thingy.
i have to admit, i was a little nervous, i mean, i'm not afraid of needles or blood (i love the color, texture, and taste of blood), or anything for that matter, i was just a little nervous. i was shaking, probably from the cold, it was very cold there, plus, i'm a guy that shakes a lot. the nurse looked at me and asked "are you ok?" to which i nodded my head. she prepped me up.
the needle went in, it didn't really hurt, it was just a sharp pinch (it's a thicker needle in order to get blood out more efficiently). she left it in there (on my left arm) and went to attend other students. i felt very uncomfortable, i felt the needle inside of me, and the blood burritos my body, although it wasn't anything to really complain about, it was still a weird feeling.
four or five (can't remember) minutes in, i lost any feeling from my limbs. i kept shaking. i imagine i looked pale (i'm mexican and have somewhat of a tan), so the lady once again asked me if i was ok, i replied as before. she walked away.
after seven minutes, i just wanted to rip that fucking needle that was robbing me ever so rapidly out of me. i was extremely lightheaded, it was freezing. now, this part is now a big blur to me, i must've lost a lot of oxygen. the nurse came back and told me she could just take the needle out, which would make my blood useless, or, "tough it out" as she put it. i chose the latter, after learning there were only three minutes left. "are you feeling hot?" she said, on the contrary, i was "freezing," i told her. she put a bag of ice under my head.
those three minutes were horrible, i can't remember what happened during that time, i just remember it was unpleasant. however, once it was done, the lady took the needle out of my arm, i didn't feel anything. i remember slurring something to her, some nonsense like: "no, don't, i don't want my blood to go to waste." my eyes began closing. everything was dark, it felt like i went into a deep sleep.
"keep your eyes open!" yelled one of the male nurses. rapidly, i opened them, "cough deeply!" he yelled. the coughs were extremely shallow, they felt uncomfortable. every time i blinked, my eyes would stay close, until the nurses told me to open them i would regain consciousness. it felt like years until i finally awoke.
once i stabilized (i was still shaking), i kept laying down. i remember looking at my right hand, it was cramped in a weird position. i tried moving it, but nothing seemed to work, it looked like it was just skin and bones. similarly, my other hand was also cramped in a different position. it appeared as if i had rigor mortis. my limbs were cement. i regained some movement after a while.
the nurses came back and told me to sit up on the bed. i was still lightheaded and shaky. i began hyperventilating, they gave me a bag to breath into. i couldn't put the bag completely over my mouth, for my hands were still cramped. after several attempts, i managed to use it correctly. it stopped after a minute. i tried drinking some water, but it was difficult due to my hands.
the blood rushed in to all parts of my body. i began moving my fingers, little by little, i recuperated. for some reason i began laughing, probably becausee of how idiotic i looked, or because i was so damn lightheaded. anyway, after about five minutes, they took me to this chair were i layed there and managed to get cookies (oatmeal) and juice (apple). although i was still shaking, it was not as bad as before. twenty minutes later i went back to normal, except for the shakes.
i went back to my class and proceeded with my day.
overall, it was an experience, not good, not bad. i guess i'm pre-diabetic or something. i need more sugar (than average) in my blood or i'll pass out or whatever.
would i do it over again? yes. except i would film it so i could laugh at it later one.
will i be donating next year? no. fuck that.
TL;DR: SPOILER: i died.