Noobicidal
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Today was our school's annual blood drive. I've always been curious as to how it would feel like giving blood, so I decided to donate, plus it was an excuse to get out of class. I went to the auditorium, signed in, and went through a plethora of testing procedures until they deemed me fit to donate. They then called my number (#40 if anyone is curious), and I sat down in one of their lovely reclining chairs, fully ready to be poked and prodded.
I had a lovely female Red Cross worker that knew her job well as my nurse. We went through what seems to be the normal pleasantries (How are you feeling? Are you nervous about giving blood?) and such while she was finding the vein in my arm. She stuck the needle in, which felt oddly nice, and then proceeded to work my arm until the blood started flowing.
All was going well, and we exchanged a bit of small talk until my blood decided that it didn't want to go through the plastic tube that was lodged into my arm. My nurse then started to fondle my arm, attempting to get a steady blood flow again, and resorted to twisting the needle to get a piddly stream going. I then started feeling sick, and another Red Cross worker came over to make my chair recline and placed an ice pack under my neck. They kept trying to make me cough and to keep talking to them while I was fading in and out of consciousness. They then decided to stop drawing blood from me, and eventually I regained my senses.
After the little ordeal was over with, they thanked me for my time, and appreciated me for deciding to donate in the first place due to the school only having a 4% turnout. While I was recovering at the "canteen", they explained to me that due to only being able to donate half a pint, the blood can't be used for some reason. That was disheartening, to say the least.
I'm fine now, albeit a bit anemic, sore, and depressed.
Today was our school's annual blood drive. I've always been curious as to how it would feel like giving blood, so I decided to donate, plus it was an excuse to get out of class. I went to the auditorium, signed in, and went through a plethora of testing procedures until they deemed me fit to donate. They then called my number (#40 if anyone is curious), and I sat down in one of their lovely reclining chairs, fully ready to be poked and prodded.
I had a lovely female Red Cross worker that knew her job well as my nurse. We went through what seems to be the normal pleasantries (How are you feeling? Are you nervous about giving blood?) and such while she was finding the vein in my arm. She stuck the needle in, which felt oddly nice, and then proceeded to work my arm until the blood started flowing.
All was going well, and we exchanged a bit of small talk until my blood decided that it didn't want to go through the plastic tube that was lodged into my arm. My nurse then started to fondle my arm, attempting to get a steady blood flow again, and resorted to twisting the needle to get a piddly stream going. I then started feeling sick, and another Red Cross worker came over to make my chair recline and placed an ice pack under my neck. They kept trying to make me cough and to keep talking to them while I was fading in and out of consciousness. They then decided to stop drawing blood from me, and eventually I regained my senses.
After the little ordeal was over with, they thanked me for my time, and appreciated me for deciding to donate in the first place due to the school only having a 4% turnout. While I was recovering at the "canteen", they explained to me that due to only being able to donate half a pint, the blood can't be used for some reason. That was disheartening, to say the least.
I'm fine now, albeit a bit anemic, sore, and depressed.
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I don't know if I'ld even be able to stop laughing long enough to respond in your situation.
