I decided a couple weeks ago that I would start donating blood. I attribute this decision to my mother. My mom used to donated blood all the time and now that she’s moved to Toronto, I wanted to do something that I think she would be proud of. I kind of term it as "picking up the slack" that she left behind 🙂
At any rate, today was the day. This is the first time I’ve ever donated blood. I don’t think I was really nervous about it, although, when the lady took my blood pressure, it was slightly elevated. She asked whether I was nervous and I told her no. I was more curious of the process than anything. I asked her whether it matters which arm we use (because I had heard that your dominant-side arm is ‘better’), and she said no. So, I decided to go with my less dominant arm.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the biggest veins in town. We started with the left arm, and that barely pumped any blood. So after a few minutes of wiggling around and it just not working, we decided to go with the other arm. Fortunately, the blood never reached the bag. Had it done so, then I would’ve lost eligibility to donate blood; something to do with the amount of blood that’s in the lines…and how that’s a threshold for ‘something’. Anyways, we went with the right arm and that was much better. Except, the needle was up against the side of the vein, so I could feel it pulsating. The guy drawing my blood actually had to sit there and baby sit the whole process…wigglin’, jigglin’ and whatever other movements you can do with a 4 inch needle in your vein.
Overall, it was a good experience. I don’t think it was a big deal at all that they had to invade both my arms. I’ll definitely do it again (Nov.4 is my next eligibility). I didn’t feel woozy or any uncomfortable feeling after the whole process; and I expected to…so that was a pleasant surprise.
This was for you mom. I love you!