She puts the needle in me, and it seems ok, but after a few seconds, she kind of frowns at my arm, and calls over this other guy to "take a look at this". I perk my ears up, because nobody likes to hear that. So then he does some stuff, asks how it feels, then says things should be ok. I'm sitting there for a bit, doing the squeeze-every-5-seconds thing, and then the girl comes back over. She looks for a few seconds at my arm, then calls another girl over to take a look. Well, by now, I'm thinking this is a huge mistake. She then informs me that I've clotted too early, so I've stopped giving the blood, or something. They fiddled with the needle for a minute or so, which hurt the whole time! They take it out, and I don't know what they're talking about, because I kept bleeding a lot. They had to change my gauze and everything. They wrapped my arm, and I left, with a juice box (that of course I spilled on my white clothing) and a Fig Newton.
As the day went on, my arm just hurt the whole time. Near the end of the day, after I take off the tape, I see my arm and see this delicious bruise:
2 comments:
LOL
See I didn't figure you would try a good deed in the first place. What were you thinking??
My blood experiences haven't been that great either. The best was almost passing out and having to do bicycle kicks on my back in front of everyone to get my blood recirculating. Awesome times I tell you.
OUCH!! That bruise looks awful!!! I can not believe I was out of town to witness all of this!!!
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