I gave blood on Tuesday.
I give blood EVERY second-Tuesday of the month. It’s one of those “nice things” that I do.
I got THAT from my dad, too!
I arrived on time and was immediately put through the question-answer time that I enjoy so much (sarcasm).
Well, after the question-answer time, I was again asked “left or right” and like usual, answered “left, please”.
I was directed to some nurse’s station and sat and waited for her to push a needle through my arm and take a pint of my blood.
She was proud to exclaim to me that this time would be my one-gallon mark since moving to Warsaw (when I started keeping track of how much blood I donated). I smiled and settled in to my too-short chair waiting for her to stick me with the mile-long needle.
When the needle-stick time comes each month, I like to watch. Weird? Sure, but something about it intrigues me.
I watched, as usual, this time and noticed that she missed. The needle went in, but no blood flowed. I knew we were in for another poke. She moved the needle a bit and found Mr. Vein and blood flowed.
What I’ve come to realize about giving blood is that when they “miss” the first time, I get this really sweet bruise on my arm. I actually look forward to this bruise, because of the leverage it gives me in my various areas of life!
So, for your viewing pleasure – the bruise, 4-days later!
You big baby.. call the WAMBULANCE!
Thank you. And for your description of the needle & process, I am sure the Red Cross thanks you too.
GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOSSSSSSSS
It got a bruise once, but it was from a sucker punch.
Thanks for asking.
Is that a red line across the arm, above the bruise? PLEASE make sure it isn’t something to be concerned about!
Concerned mother from seeing the picture!
You big sissy girl!
it was not me