The Vampires At The Blood Bank
I tried donating blood the other day. Its for a good cause, I have plenty of blood, and there are always free drinks and cookies. I've been very low on iron, and have been taking lots of vitamins.
I was strapped in the chair, asked to state my full name about 3 times, and hold out my left arm. They then abrasively swabbing my inner elbow with iodine, and subsequently removing a layer of skin. Needle went in and didn't feel too good. I got a good look at it before they stabbed me, and maybe that's what did it. I got very lightheaded and nauseous. Nurses and ice packs swarmed me. They pulled the needle and reclined me. After about 10 minutes I felt much better. I had a few cans of Gatorade and a pack of cookies.
I think it was the mental aspect of knowing I had a harpoon in my arm. The lady that injected me didn’t seem to gentle. When they pulled the needle, I had quite a bit of bruising. There was a good-sized bubble under my skin where a significant amount of blood collected. Needles to say, I'm still quite purple.
It doesn’t look nearly as bad as the addicts arm in "Requiem for a Dream"
See the movie if you haven't
posted by Jen @ 1:11 PM
2 Comments:
If you can't handle it, look at something else. Don't think about a harpoon in your arm, do something to distract yourself. My buddy complained about it one time, so right before they stuck him, I really wailed him in the nuts. He was way too distracted by the throbbing pain in his ball-sack to worry about the needle.
You might want less drastic tactics, but it's a start.
Ben, if I had nuts I'd be far less worried about that needle.
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