October is the month Of SPOOKS and BLOOD!
So, I Thought i would share a silly, bloody tale of mine.
One day in college, a sign up sheet for donating blood was passed around.
I had NEVER participated in the blood drive before,
But, since i had nothing else going on...
...I thought i would give it a shot.
I'm a 0+, Which next to A+,
is the most common blood type.
Having 9 siblings with the same blood type,
I figured i should donate. if anything happened to them, i would want them to get the care they needed.
And, i'm sure they would do the same for me.
*Chitter Chatters*
AS I WAS SAYING...
I found the blood drive site, and i got all set up on the chair.
The nurse asked: "Which arm would be better to deaw blood from?"
Oh, right...
I forgot i was one of those people where it's ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE to locate my veins.
They're just so friggin small!
It runs in the family...
Doctors usually have to "prod around" until they find one.
This one time, a nurse tried to find one for like, ten minutes...
And then just decided to stab my hand, instead.
I usually have to tell them to use what's called a "Butterfly needle."
It's a very thin needle used on kids and it has these "Flaps" that nakes it look like a butterfly.
However, you can't use one when donating blood, because it would just take way too long.
The nurse poked around for a little bit, and finally got the needle in. he was very apologetic, though.
Because, i would get a little bruise from him poking around in my arm, but i assured him it would be fine.
I was donating blood, so, this would count as a battle scar. I was just happy to donate something useful.
He Chuckled and said:
"Well, That's a good way to think of it!" as i sat there, waiting for the bag to fill, he decided to go on a break, and
Have a different nurse take over. The bag was about 3/4 Full, when all of a sudden, the blood stopped flowing.
The new nurse came over, and attempted to start it again. She was very quick to pull the needle out of my arm.
It was ALREADY a hassle to get it in there in the first place, so i wasn't looking forward to a second time.
"Uh, you know what you're doing, right?" "Look, honey, i'm the nurse. Let me do my job."
ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?
She stuck the needle back on my arm, and started moving it side to side, trying to find a vein.
The deeper she shoved the needle in, the more my arm hurt. "She knows what she's doing, huh?"
I was studying nursing in college, so blood and needles don't really bother me...
...However, the feeling inside of her jabbing a needle in my arm was becoming unbearable to watch. "Uh, that Kind of hurts?"
I was trying to keep my composure, until i started getting dizzy. my face went pale,
And i started to pass out. The other people working noticed, and ran over.
They laid me down, and started asking me questions to make sure i wouldn't pass out. after the second question,
I was UNABLE to muster enough strength to even speak. i was so tired, i was just ready to DIE. like those times,
Where you get a sharp pain in your abdomen, and think: "THIS IS IT." and then a few minutes go by, and you're like:
*Cricket noises*
"Oh." I was ready for the sweet release of death, when one of the nurses shoved a bendy straw in my mouth.
They force-fed me apple juice, and after a few minutes,
I was able to come back. When the original doctor saw what happened,
He freaked out. because, i didn't completely fill the bag, They didn't even know if they could use it.
*Sigh of Disappointment*
All i got out of it, was a bag of cheez-its, and a huge bruise covering most of my arm.
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