Donations as of December 19, 2011: Platelets 5 | Plasma 1 | Double Reds 1
A Year In Blood
Giving blood is important. I'm giving as much as the Miller-Keystone Blood Center will let me for one year.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Redemption
Donations as of December 19, 2011: Platelets 5 | Plasma 1 | Double Reds 1
Sunday, December 11, 2011
DISASTER AND FRUSTRATION
"Hello, my name is Paulina (not her real name). Thank you for donating blood today at Miller-Keystone. Please follow me and we'll get started."
Like with most awkward and seriously foreboding situations I am faced with, I smile and I dive head-first into it. Why not. It'll probably be a good story, right?
So that was weird. But whatever. Everyone has their own style and maybe that's just how she's always done it. Maybe they instituted a new code of conduct thing or whatever that requires them to introduce themselves like that. Things only went down hill from there.
It was good, old reliable Righty's turn to get stuck today. After the laundry list of required questioning, iron testing and blood pressure and pulse and temperature, we are off the the big comfy chairs. At this point, I'm not SO nervous any more because, well, she seems... through? I brush it off and chalk it up to just never seeing her before because my brain is telling me I'm a regular here and everyone knows me. Clearly, my brain lies all the time. I get settled and Paulina starts swabbing down my arm and poking my excellent veins to see where we're going to be hooking up. I'm a fan of fast. Bigger veins means a better flow.
Not today. Paulina decides she want's to use a pipe that is about an inch away from my usual delivery system. NOW I'm nervous, but okay. Let's just get this done. In goes the needle and Paulina starts fiddling with the computer. I say "fiddling" because it is unclear that she actually knows how to use it. She's adjusting the pressure on the return and in general, being very distracting. So distracting, that I cannot hear the click over from DRAW (when I have to pump) and RETURN (when I have to relax). The "low draw pressure" alert keeps going off and Paulina is getting flustered and I'm getting pissed. I don't like alarms. In this place, I relate alarms to failure and I am very not good with failure. Then Paulina adjusts something for the draw pressure. She lowers it or something. However, she adjusts this number too early. Suddenly, my time for completion is TWO HOURS instead of my standard 58 MINUTES.
I smile. What else can I do. I tell her it is okay and sometimes that's just the way it goes. She apologizes over and over and over again. But there is nothing she can do now. Time... drags on. I have to keep my eyes locked on the computer screen and squeeze my little stress ball as hard as I can to keep my draw pressure up now. No more alarms. I cannot take any more alarms.
As the two hour mark approaches, I cannot take any more. My arm is completely fatigued and my muscles are screaming at me to BEND, STRETCH, ANYTHING. I call a nurse over to stop the draw. I'm at 87% but I cannot finish it. I'm going crazy. Luckily, I've given enough that the donation is acceptable and won't be discarded.
A day later there will be a golf ball sized bruise on my arm. I have NEVER bruised, EVER, from giving blood. Pretty much, I'm infuriated.
Donations as of December 10, 2011: Platelets 4 | Plasma 1
Friday, December 9, 2011
Panic (unwarranted)
Woke up this morning at 10:37am (because, if you didn't know, I'm unemployed) and freaked out. My calender alert was blowing up with a reminder for my 10:30am platelets appointment. I hadn't eaten. I was all dehydrated from hanging out with Pat the night before. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I threw on my clothes and was about to run out the door when I paused. Super smart me, set the reminder for a day before.
Awesome. Now I just have to figure out how to make the appointment tomorrow morning after picking up the boy at 9am in Hopatcong... an hour away from Bethlehem.
Crap.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Here we go again.
This morning is busier than usual on the automated donation side. There are three other guys here, all wrapped up in blankets. I smile and chuckle to myself, feeling like a pro. "Blankets," I scoff, "are for the weak." Which definitely means I'll be needing one today, too...
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Something I can do pretty well
Donations: 2 - 1 Right, 1 Left |
By my standards anyway. Some people might tell you that I'm a wonderful person who is just the best at so many things. And there are those who might feel... well, opposite of that. I'm one of those opposite people. Which, admittedly, is more than a little fucked up, but that's neither here nor there. I do know that I am good at ONE thing - and that is giving blood. Giving blood, for me, is something so special that even now I'm getting a little choked up. I used to give blood a few times a year. Probably every eight to ten weeks because it would be whole blood. The kind of blood giving that most everyone is familiar with. I'm quick though. I'd fill that plastic bag up in ten minutes or less, but then I couldn't give again for two and a half months. This is unacceptable for me. So giving platelets and plasma is my gig now because I am now going every other week. I guess the downside for most people is that platelets usually take a heckuva long time, but I'm done in an hour or less. Next week, December 1st, will be back to the left arm.
This is a little frightening to me as it's the shortest period of time between having an enormous needle jabbed in my arm that I've ever had. I must remember to bring a book this time. Keep me distracted. While Good Morning America was swell and all, I could have been reading The Hunger Games or American Gods. I'll probably bring The Hunger Games because I'm totally addicted to it right now and I'm only six chapters in. ANYWAY. This will only be Lefty's second stick. I'm looking down the road to number ten...and twelve... What if I get hurt? What if I go insane from having to answer the same screening questions over and over and over and over again? No, I do not have mad cow disease! No, I am not pregnant or thinking of getting pregnant!
Donations as of 11/22: Platelets 2 | Plasma 1