I think it’s because I don’t really read the donor materials. I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years now and I think I’m good with just filling in the appropriate bubbles and signing, thank you.
(Can you tell yet that it didn’t go well at the blood bank today?)
I drank like a friggin’ fish. I got my reminder call yesterday, and I had several friends help me remember today. I dumped off the kids instead of inflicting them on the crowd at the bank. And the thanks I get? “Sorry, we can’t use it… it’s been air-contaminated.”
(insert mental blue streak here)
Yeah. They got it in, it came out much faster than last week, but then it started to slow. A lot. The little towel around the squeezy thingy was slipping so I tried to gently manuver myself so I could re-wrap it and OHHOLYMOTHEROFPETETHATHURTS!!!!!!! The nurses rushed over to find out that I had dislodged the needle. There goes 1/2 pint of my blood, down the drain! Or burned, or whatever they do with contaminated body fluids.
To top it all off, I’d had too much drained to just go. I had to wait the whole 15 minutes listening to the little old ladies chitchat in the very uncomfortable canteen!
I don’t think I’ll be going back. Too much trauma.