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30 Jan 2008 I don't like needles....
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Apparently I did something amazing today. I donated some of my own blood.
Me, a guy who loathes having needles shoved into him for a mere moment, chose to allow a tube inserted into my arm and drain me for five minutes.
It wasn't the run down community centre that was bad. It wasn't the pin prick on my finger to get a drop of blood for an iron level test that was bad, though I did hesitate to begin with. It wasn't the overworked mature nurse that was talking to various patients that made me lose my cool. It wasn't the build up that freaked me out. It wasn't even the point just after the needle went into my arm that I panicked (I looked away at this point), although my lower half of my body did start to tingle for some reason.
It was when I looked at the red tube...
When I saw the needle in my arm...
When I saw how God damn big the was...
That I thought "Oh bum, there's a freaking huge needle in my arm"...
And I went from being slightly anxious to down right scared. Not 'throw your arms up in the air and scream' scared but a good healthy 'shallow breathing, manic laughing and shakes' scared. I was still trembling after 5 minutes and the needle was removed.
Seriously, I thought the draining needle would be thin, like the ones you get for blood tests. Not a freaking hose pipe.
And for what? To possibly save a life? Well the main reason why I did it was I wanted to do something that scared me. Needles scare me. Being brave and yadda yadda. Plus it's always handy to know at parties what your blood type is.
So hey ho, another notch on my belt of life. I hope someone enjoys my blood, with a slight ting of anxiety for flavour.
Posted at: 21:55 PM
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