I dreaded to go to the office this morning as I wished I could sleep a little more longer. Traffic to work didn't really help my situation then - it was already jammed in my neighbourhood itself.
Once I reached the office, I began to look at my ancient computer. It was then I realised that something was happening at the Penthouse. I couldn't care less at the event until my colleagues said they were going to check it out.
I tagged along and the next thing I knew, I was filling up a form for blood donation. I tried donating blood when I was in college but it didn't happen as I was only 2 months under the age limit. Plus I don't have a good record with needles and blood. I just hate them.
After spending 5 hours considering of whether or not I should torture myself with the pain, I decided to conquer my fear of needle (and blood). So I waited on the chair for a nurse to attend to me. One nurse came and prepared me for the donation. She said my veins were small (I've heard this before) and it was going to be a challenge for her to poke the needle in. I squeezed my eyes shut and knocked my knuckle on my lap repetitively to distract myself from what the nurse was going to do.
The veins in my left hand were very stubborn as they kept running away from the needle. The nurse suggested trying my right hand instead. I started panicking. I had to go through that all over again.
My right hand did it. I donated a pint of type O blood to the National Blood Centre. That was it. I'm not going to do it again.
Now my arms are in pain. But I have so much typing to do later. It's going to be one painful long night.
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funny. i wanted to donate blood so badly when i was in uni but i was apparently low on iron or something so they didn't allow me to donate. instead, they gave me a pen!
and then i remember donating blood when i was in Taylor's (do you remember tagging along and got freaked out? hehe). got rid of blood in exchange for free food. what a deal :p
i remember my attempt donating blood in college. even then i was already scared to do it. i dont know what came to me this time that i wanted to try donating blood again.
i think i know.. i wanted a certificate. how pathetic is this?
you wont get a cert but a booklet for you to accumulate your donation history. hehehe :p
oh we will get a certificate for this donation! how exciting!
but they didn't give you a pen, aye?
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