I thought I would write this out for True Story Tuesday.  I really wish I could give blood, and I’ve tried twice.  Each time was a less than stellar experience for me.

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The first time I gave blood was at my old job.  My co-worker cajoled me into signing up since he was a big blood giver, so we went downtown from our client to go give blood.  I was leary, but ready to be poked.

I got on the cot thing and was poked in my left arm and the blood letting started.  Then it stopped.  I’m pretty sure I got the new guy, because he was having some issues in finding a vein in my rather transparent white skin.  I can EASILY see my veins, and he was having hard time finding a vein to draw blood. 

Well, he got it started again, and I was slowly but surely feeling like the room was becoming a tunnel.  I laid down on the cot and they gave me a paper bag to either breathe into or barf into.  One of the two

Then, the blood flow stopped again.  Then he poked around AGAIN.  Finally he got enough of my vital living fluid that he released me and gave me a cookie.  I guess that was my reward for not hitting him??  

The next day I went into work and showed my co-worker my arm.  I’d say it was at least 75% black, blue, yellow, orange, purple, pinkish…pretty much any bruise color you’ve ever seen!  He felt pretty bad…as he SHOULD HAVE for making me go get tortured. 😉  It didn’t really hurt, but so much blood was under my skin that it all looked like I had been in a horrible accident and surely had a broken bone.  I showed it to several people just to freak them out…I’m mean like that. 😉

The next time I tried to give blood, I felt like fainting again.  At least I had an experienced gal and she didn’t torture me.  I haven’t signed up to do it again, but maybe someday.  In the meanwhile, I will count on Brian to make up for me…he gives blood all the time. 🙂

Aren’t you glad I don’t have a picture for this one? 😉