Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Blood

Today I donated blood. Awesome right? Nope. It always takes too long. DAMNIT I just want to save a life with my (almost) universally accepted blood. (O+ ). Typical asian blood type. They ignore the fact that I'm super lardy and probably filter out the bacon bits that is suspended in my blood.
Think about it, blood is precious and whenever a natural disaster happens, Red Cross always begs for blood. But they mostly beg for money. 

You're lucky your car doesn't run on HP Black ink. I don't want to get started about colored ink.
You'd think that donating such a fine commodity would be given more perks. No. You get a shirt and a bunch of snacks. GREAT. The wait is also ridiculous. And let's not even get started with bone marrow. Isn't there a way you don't have to use a needle the size of a turkey baster? I'm pretty sure I'm doing you a favor. Today, however, was special because my roommate got me a fast pass and I didn't have to wait in line. YAYY.Anyways. So the problem is that the layer of lard right under my skin seems to hinder vein finders (nurses). There is one particular vein that's a bit easier to find and I only know so because it's been tapped so many times, I'm sure its calloused a cartridge exterior by now. Anyways, untouched for a year (allograph) my veins let its guard down and it was stabbed. Sucker. Ok, well the problem was, the nurse didn't believe me that it was a good vein and she poked my other arm and I started bruising and blood flowed in a tarlike fashion. Ugh. I TOLD HER. Anyways, the other arm got milked and after a stressful time I had to go to discussion to turn in my Lab report (WHICH TOOK FOREVER TO FINISH) because I had a TA that considered 10 seconds after the start of class as late. . So after I was bandaged, I ran out of there. OH MY GAWD. It was like being drunk and being the thurstiest you've ever been and sweating a bunch and your heart is palpitating to the song, "Sandstorm"  (33 seconds in) I had to stop but it was awesome because I used it as a convincing argument for my ta to accept my lab on-time. Then I drank half a bottle of water and felt better.

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