Truthfully, I wasn't too eager about the idea since I really kinda don't like needles. Krista found out though that they're giving out two tickets to the Renaissance Faire when you donate, so of course my mom signed up and then wanted me to do it too. Even the promise of the Ren Faire didn't make me want to do it. But as I lied in my bed (is that the proper grammar?) at three in the morning I figured that someone out there might really need that blood of mine. I thought about how it would be nice to be able to help someone... and half out of my mind I wrote a note to my mom and posted it in the kitchen for her to see when she got up.
I guess I'll do the blood thing, you just better catch me when I faint.
So then after too few hours of sleep my mom barged into my room and told me to get up. Begrudgingly I did so and made it downstairs within 45 minutes. I was made to eat 7 or 8 strips of bacon since you're supposed to eat a full breakfast before this, which made my stomach uneasy. (I don't like eating breakfast at all, and usually get an upset stomach if I do.)
We get to the place and the lady almost immediately knows I'm a first time donor (was it because I had a terrified look on my face?). So I give her my info and then I have to do a questionare thing to see if my blood is okay for donating. I finish and my mom and I then get our iron levels tested (14.8) and blah blah blood pressure blah. So almost immediately after I get outta there the next people are like "Who's next?" and my mom says I can go first.
At this point I'm basically freaking but I try to hide it. Didn't hide it too well.
whoops, Jen's here to pick me up. I suppose I'll have to finish this blog later.
Later Gator.
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