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Settle down you perv's! This is about donating blood! 
So.... over the years I have donated blood, no biggie.
I got a post card in the mail about it and I decided to call them up... appointment made for 1:00 pm on MLK day.
I go in, they ask me if I want to do a partial or full.... I'm like, WTF?? Back in my day, you just donated blood. So, partial is just blood. Full is blood, plasma, platelets, white blood cells, red blood cells and another thing which I forgot already. So, I said, sure why not.
They did some pre-screening tests... one which was hemoglobin. They mentioned 12.5..... my results were 16.9 and they became very nice to me.... more than before. They asked, want to do a double? Well.... why the hell not. My body can make more.... I'm fat now so I could do to lose a bit more weight.....and someone else may need it so I said sure!
So, I go and sit down in a comfy chair, turn on the tv and relax. The nurse brings out a sealed case the size of a frigin suit case and opens it up. There was a frigin HUGE amount of bags, spagetti amount of rubber lines, crimper thing, huge rectangle thing with tubes and valves etc. I'm thinking to myself..... Ohhhhh damn, WTF did I do???? The blood would get sucked out of me by the machine.... go to the botom of it where there was a centrifruge where it would be spun like crazy... then come up in several different lines and different color fluid.... and off to various different bags.
They hooked me up..... sucked about 4 gallons of blood etc from me. I'm sitting there and thinking to myself, one bag done, next... one more bag done, next. I'm not sure how many bags I filled.... I think I saw somewhere around 8 ish? Some had blood (big bags), some had yellow stuff (plasma? small bags), some had clearlike fluid (small bags).
I was told I can't do it again for 4 months. They gave me a t-shirt, blanket, sticker's, doughnuts, juice etc. I left the place feeling fine.... then 2 min into the ride home I thought I would have to pull over because I was SOOOOO nauseuous and dizzy. I made it home and was done. I went to bed WAY earlier than I EVER do. This morning I am still frigin beat.
Sigh..... that would be my donating story. I'll do it again.... in four months.... and have someone bring me home. I was there from 1:00 pm to 2:30 pm.... JEEZ!
So.... over the years I have donated blood, no biggie.
I got a post card in the mail about it and I decided to call them up... appointment made for 1:00 pm on MLK day.
I go in, they ask me if I want to do a partial or full.... I'm like, WTF?? Back in my day, you just donated blood. So, partial is just blood. Full is blood, plasma, platelets, white blood cells, red blood cells and another thing which I forgot already. So, I said, sure why not.
They did some pre-screening tests... one which was hemoglobin. They mentioned 12.5..... my results were 16.9 and they became very nice to me.... more than before. They asked, want to do a double? Well.... why the hell not. My body can make more.... I'm fat now so I could do to lose a bit more weight.....and someone else may need it so I said sure!
So, I go and sit down in a comfy chair, turn on the tv and relax. The nurse brings out a sealed case the size of a frigin suit case and opens it up. There was a frigin HUGE amount of bags, spagetti amount of rubber lines, crimper thing, huge rectangle thing with tubes and valves etc. I'm thinking to myself..... Ohhhhh damn, WTF did I do???? The blood would get sucked out of me by the machine.... go to the botom of it where there was a centrifruge where it would be spun like crazy... then come up in several different lines and different color fluid.... and off to various different bags.
They hooked me up..... sucked about 4 gallons of blood etc from me. I'm sitting there and thinking to myself, one bag done, next... one more bag done, next. I'm not sure how many bags I filled.... I think I saw somewhere around 8 ish? Some had blood (big bags), some had yellow stuff (plasma? small bags), some had clearlike fluid (small bags).
I was told I can't do it again for 4 months. They gave me a t-shirt, blanket, sticker's, doughnuts, juice etc. I left the place feeling fine.... then 2 min into the ride home I thought I would have to pull over because I was SOOOOO nauseuous and dizzy. I made it home and was done. I went to bed WAY earlier than I EVER do. This morning I am still frigin beat.
Sigh..... that would be my donating story. I'll do it again.... in four months.... and have someone bring me home. I was there from 1:00 pm to 2:30 pm.... JEEZ!
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