This Won't Hurt One Bit.


Today was the blood drive at my school. I really thought that I should donate even though I had no prior knowledge of this event and hadnt registered. So, I talked to the nurse and got permission to be poked.

I was one of the first people in line and I filled out my form. How excited was I?! It was my first time to give blood and actually feel like I was helping out somewhere.

I get into a little booth where they are supposed to ask questions like "Have you had sexual intercourse with a homosexual man who has served time in prison before 1977?" First they had to prick my finger and test my iron levels.

The first test didnt produce enough blood before I clotted. The second got plenty, but it totally didnt sink to the bottom of the little vile of blue stuff.

So she did it again. I got to be tested in the hemoglobin machine. It interfered with the radio signals which I thought was humorous.

Anyway, it turns out I went through all of this for nothing because my level was 11.8 (average 14) and you cant donate with such a low count.

Even better, my nurse heard and suggested I go to my doctor. What if Im anemic?

That would explain my constant need for sleep.

And it's understandable, seeing as how I rarely eat red meat.

2003-05-16 - 4:28 p.m.
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My name is Colby. Im 19 years old and in my first year of college in Pennsylvnia. This diary dates back to my junior year of highschool. It's incredibly pointless, but it's mine.


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