May. 11th, 2004

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This is getting old. Since the age of 17 I have donated blood about 4 times a year ( except while pregnant). I tried to give blood last summer, and recieved a giant hematoma instead. Freaked the needle stabber so much she wouldn't try the other arm.
I am waaaaaaay past due on donating, so I went today to give blood to kick off my vacation with my blood donating duty. It didn't go so well. They try for the hematoma arm and she sticks the needle in. I am trying to not act an ass, but there are some tears leaking out because it burns like a muthafucker. I mean.. hurts. I am debating whether I can go 10 minutes with that searing pain in my arm. Luckily, another lab coat walks by and notices that it is barely a trickle coming out of my arm. On closer inspection, she finds the reason is because it is not actually in a vein.

I offer up the other arm.

That was going well and we had half a bag...until the stabber decided she wants it to go a little faster and pulls it out a little (ouch) and then shakes her head and pushes it in a little (ouch ouch) and then apparently stuck through the fucking vein and had to take it out and send me away. They cannot use the half bag either.

I am beginning to think they don't want my blood anymore.

gack

May. 11th, 2004 04:24 pm
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In the voice of Stewie:
"Say you like it. Say you like cleaning my doodie. Say you like it. And don't forget the taint"


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This is not helping to get my pool to a swimable temperature.
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Every weekend I had to clean the house while my parents went bowling. I hated to clean the house and am fairly lazy. I was about 14 years old and my friend Tara was over. We played and watched tv too long, so she was gonna help me before my parents got home.
Tara was cleaning my parents bedroom.. it was really shiny and nice ( she was much better at this than I was) and I was cleaning the kitchen. These were the last two rooms. All of a sudden I am in the kitchen choking. I can barely breathe. My eyes are swelling shut and my nose burns. Tara had it all cleaned and decided to spray room spray to make it all sweet. Unfortunately, she picked up the can of mace that was on the bedside, not air freshener...cue the sound of the electric garage door opening for my parents to pull the car inside.

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