Good Deed

For you long time readers, you may remember my adventures in giving blood a few years back. After getting inked a tattoo a year ago, I was put on hold from giving blood for fear that there was something sketchy about the tattoo process. My year was up last week during the Blizzards of 2010, so off I went to give some platelets on Tuesday.

I walked in pretty confident. Afterall, I was doing a good deed AND I was going to get treated like a princess while doing it. Seriously, they will do anything for you during that time because they are using both arms. Today? Some nice woman turned up the volume on my DVD player and pushed up my glasses for me. Sa-weet!

I walked out not so confident. Apparently I'm a horrible platelet donor. I had to be turned practically upside down so I wouldn't pass out and given some saline to help with the urge to vomit all over the floor. I even made sure I ate healthy today and ate a large lunch. Apparently I need to eat right before I donate or else I'll feel the urge to blow chunks all over the place and suffer a massive headache and tingly lips.

Have no fear, dear readers, I'll be back at it when it's time to give again because, if you know anything about me in real life, you know that I refuse to give up. I also refuse to be less than perfect at anything I do.

Blood Donation, Round 2...

Okay, remember when I donated blood the first time? Well, someone from The Red Cross called to let me know that I could give blood in a few weeks, but asked if I would be interested in donating platelets. At the beginning of the conversation I wanted to cut in and tell the woman of my passing out and feeling like an idiot. Apparently, she read my mind. She told me it was perfect for people who have negative reactions to giving blood. Because I have a hard time saying no to doing good things, I told her to sign me up.

So this morning I woke up, ate breakfast, and headed to donate platelets. I lounged in a comfy chair for about an hour and a half, watched a movie and had people wait on me while I was doing a good deed. Talk about feeling like a queen!

Do you think I could get hubby to cover me with blankets whenever I'm cold?

I'm not going to lie, I was a bit concerned about it. Especially when my friend Ashley over at Ashley's Antics told me a story about friends of hers who could feel the blood being returned when they gave platelets or plasma.

Good news, though.. I survived and I'm pretty confident I'll do it again in a couple of weeks. You should think about it, too. You could be saving a life.