Samuari
Twice Blessed
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For all of my adult life I've wanted to be able to donate blood. Due to my history of haveing had Hepatitis A as a child, I've been prohibitied from giving back to my comuninty in this way. At this morning's meeting, the guest speaker was from our local blood institute, who amoung other things said that"If you think that you cann't donate because of your medical history come talk to us, becaus the rules have changed, and we may be able to take your donation now. Even if we cann't take a whole blood donation, we may be able to use your plasma, or platelits."
After going to the blood mobile and being interviewed, I was told that if I had Hepatitis A before age 11, I could donate! Yea! I sat myself down on the couch stuch my arm out and proudly let a unit of blood flow into the bag.
I was really feeling good, I was doing something that I had never thought that I would be able to do. so when it was over and they asked me how I felt, I said "Great!". so they got me up made me sit on a bench and gave me a soda and cookie. Iwas talking to a freind that had also just finished, when it started getting black arround the edges, rapidly closeing to the center of my vision. (just like the end of "loony tunes"). The next thing that I know, I'm sitting on the floor and this pretty blonde nurse is yelling my name from about 3 inches in front of my face. So much for the macho image.
They walked me back to a couch, elevated my feet, got me another soda, started taking my blood presure every 10 minutes or so. It took another 30 minutes before they would let me go.
After going to the blood mobile and being interviewed, I was told that if I had Hepatitis A before age 11, I could donate! Yea! I sat myself down on the couch stuch my arm out and proudly let a unit of blood flow into the bag.
I was really feeling good, I was doing something that I had never thought that I would be able to do. so when it was over and they asked me how I felt, I said "Great!". so they got me up made me sit on a bench and gave me a soda and cookie. Iwas talking to a freind that had also just finished, when it started getting black arround the edges, rapidly closeing to the center of my vision. (just like the end of "loony tunes"). The next thing that I know, I'm sitting on the floor and this pretty blonde nurse is yelling my name from about 3 inches in front of my face. So much for the macho image.
They walked me back to a couch, elevated my feet, got me another soda, started taking my blood presure every 10 minutes or so. It took another 30 minutes before they would let me go.