I get to the corn exchange and I’m absolutly bricking it! I’d enlisted the moral support of a friend who gave blood a few months back. We went in and I was given a health questionaire to fill in then I waited… and waited… and waited for about an hour I think before my name was called into the little booth and a very nice lady took me through my questionaire and everything was hunky dory… just about… I got back from the US 31 days ago and I needed to of been back for 28days at least due to something about mosquitos…so pretty much scrapped through! Then she picked my finger (which doesnt hurt at all btw – it’s like push a sharp pencil upto your skin) then “squeezed the life ou of it” and popped the blood sample into some solution and it sunk right away so I was good to go :)
I was sent back into the waiting area for another long while before being called. I lay on the bed and had my pressure cuff put on then the area cleaned. Then the awful bit – the needle – I’m not going to lie – it hurts like a bitch!!! and you can feel it inside you the whole time… but I managed to put up with it… just after I got half way through I started feeling faint and had to have the needle removed and “the wedge” which props my feet up to get the blood going back to my brain! I was then given litres and litres of disgusting tap water to drink and being asked a stupendous amount of times if I was okay before being allowed to go home.
Still feeling a bit groggy now so I’m writting this from my bed.
It may of only been half a pint but I did it and I’m efinately going to go back again and try to fill up that bag :)