I give blood. I have O-, so they REALLY like me! And it costs me nothing usually. I estimate I have given about 150 pints between here and Dayton since I was 18. And every 8 weeks, like clockwork, they call me and ask for another pint. I hate needles with a passion! I cannot look at it when they stick me, nor at the needle hanging in my arm. And as I told Bluedev, I hate blood too! I come from a family of doctors, and I was a failure at it! Could not disect a frog even! (nope, never did).
And in all those givings I have never had problems. Oh sure! I have seen grown men (and some women - but it seems to be men mostly) keel over! Just turn white and boop! They are out. I remember one time talking my best friend into giving. He was a BIG guy. About 6'2" 220lbs. So we went to the blood drive, and there I was draining, and boop! Out he goes! (He was still my best friend after that too, altho he never gave again).
But today. I gave another. I felt ok. Gave it early as I like to get it over with. Did I mention I hate blood and needles? So I gave at 8am. But this one, boy was it a drag. Maybe it is just the jet lag catching up with me, but I felt tired all day.
So just after lunch, I am standing at a new server configuring it when a wave of nausea hits me, and I start to sway and sweat! Wow! Never felt that way (except when I had the flu real bad!), so I raced out of the server room, and to my desk to sit down. I dont know why it hit me after all this time. But today, for the first time, I felt like I was going to pass out. My vision started getting dark. I made it to my desk and was fine in about 10 minutes.
It must have been the jet lag. I mean it was 5 hours after I gave! But I hope I dont go through that again! Oogey!
But will they stop calling me? They rejected me for anemia at one point. The Doc found a Polyp on my colon. They rejected me for high Blood Pressure several times. I am on medication and it is fine. But even after they rejected me, they still called me! Fortunately with a little snip surgery for the polyp (the doctor asked me why I was doing a Full GI as they do not usually recommend that until you get 50 - I told him of the anemia, and no more questions), and some medication and both problems are under control.
So 8 weeks from today, on April 28, they will call me again, if I dont beat them to it and donate that day.
It is nice to feel needed. I just wish they could use them Star Trek Hypo thingies to take my blood!
Hi, I am Doc Guy, and I am a failed Heroine addict!