My First Time Giving Blood

I was in college, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and ready to step into that parked bus and give some blood! β˜οΈπŸ˜„πŸ‘

🎡 If you want blood, You got it! 🎡

And that’s exactly what I did! They laid me down, hooked me up to the tube, and started taking my blood. I looked around to the other good people giving blood. They had tubes coming from their arms, dark thick blood draining into clear bags…


No worries. Just look somewhere else.

“Here, take this,” said one of the nurses, and gave me a rubber ball. I squeezed it in my hand to get the blood flowing, flowing, draining out of me in a thick stream of red…

cold sweat

No biggie! Nooo biggie. Soon it was all done. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! I got up, got my Snickers bar (not a bad reward!), and went to step off the bus.

“Not so fast,” a nurse said. “Sit here for a bit.”

I didn’t need to sit, but I sat anyway.

I smiled at the girl next to me. Then she faded away into a darkening tunnel… Where was she going? Why was everything turning black…

“I think I’m going to faint,” I mumbled.

And fell over.

A male nurse caught me and carried me back to a bed. He placed a wet, cold rag on my forehead, being careful not to erase my eyebrows (and I was so thankful for that!! πŸ˜†). I looked up at him and stupidly said:

I fainted.

Laughs were had and I went back to class, where I promptly failed a quiz that the teacher kindly re-set πŸ˜†

That was many years ago, and now, I faint at the sight of pooling blood. Which makes watching MMA* very interesting! I nearly faint every Saturday night! Hahaha

But don’t let this deter you from giving blood! You get a Snickers, and if you faint, they’re careful not to erase your eyebrows πŸ˜‰

μ•ˆλ…•! Bye! Ciao!


*MMA = mixed martial arts.
AC/DC If You Want Blood 🎢


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