I am never giving blood again. I know, it sounds harsh and there's a blood shortage at some places and everything, but I have A positive so it's not very rare. So I don't feel bad for never going back again.
I got out of class, went to get something to eat because I hadn't had much to eat in the morning and nothing looked good so I just grabbed a Jamba Juice and started to head home. I walk by and see that the blood drive is going on! I was excited because I missed it last time and I've been meaning to try! (Last time my iron was too low. They didn't even give me a sticker that said "I tried". Jerks.) So I get there, sign the paperwork and my iron was just on the very minimum so I could do it! I was so excited!! I would be able to give blood and do a service and feel good! Little did I know I was about to embark through a series of events that were really unfortunate and made me never want to give blood again.
I get there and they start to try to find a vein. This girl had a hard time finding one, asked another nurse and he said it was fine. She poked it, looked at it and said it needed adjusting. After like three different nurses tried to "adjust" it, meaning just poke around until they find a vein, I was in a huge amount of pain and they just finally found it. Ok, phew. So I gave blood and it went pretty quickly and I stayed after for like 15 minutes and had a chewy bar and gatorade to get some food in me and feel better. So I started to walk to the bus stop.
I get there, call Mom and Katie saying I'm totally fine and that it hurt, but I wasn't dizzy or anything and it was good. After I hung up, I suddenly felt very very nauseated. Gross. I stood up and walked kind of around the corner just in case I barfed. ( I didn't want to barf in front of people). I started getting really dizzy and saw the bus was coming. I thought to just get on the bus and then I'll feel better there. I remember kind of stumbling over there, turning around because I felt dizzy and that's the last thing I remember. Next thing I know, some girl turns me over and I hear "Are you ok?!" And I felt like I was just waking up from a nap...on the ground...in the dirt...at the bus stop. I had dirt in my eyes and I couldn't open them! It sucked! The paramedics came and made sure I was coherent and they asked me my name and information and everything, blah blah blah. I was dizzy and I couldn't see and I lost a contact and I hurt my knee and it sucked. The paramedics said I was fine and told me that because I hit my head and had a baseball-size lump that if I felt nauseated and vomited that I should get it checked out because that means I hit my brain pretty hard.
The cop took me home and I lie down. Then, I started feeling just really gross and felt like I was going to throw up . Gross, huh? So I eventually did, twice, and ended up going to the ER. FUN DAY! I waited for like two hours to get into a room while Aunt Katie was telling us to go complain and demand a room when I felt totally fine and had really no symptoms anymore except that I was hungry since all the food in my stomach was...gone. I finally got in, doctor asked if I had any symptoms, I said no, so he said I was fine, but I asked for a scan because it would give my family a peace of mind to know that I didn't have a cracked skull...or brain tumors that have been there for years. And it was clear. I was fine.
So all in all...don't give blood. It's stupid. That person better freakin enjoy that blood too.
Right on.
