More than a test, not quite a donation
Posted by episode81 on October 1, 2010
I am a sensitive flower. A few months ago, while sitting in the back garden, my thigh inexplicably swelled up sending me hobbling off to the pharmacy for some Benadryl. In fact, it was so spectacular – think chicken leg – that I now carry two epipens. Apparently one is not enough. These things are HUGE. HUGE. So HUGE, that I often don’t carry them. Yeah, that’s going to work.
Anywho, I digress …
As part of the epipen/Benadryl/steroid experience, I went to see an allergy doctor. Long story short, she signed me up for some blood tests. And when I say some, I mean a lot. In order to complete the tests, they needed 13 tubes of blood. 13!
I am neither brave or good with blood/needles. I had to lay down.
I tried to get over my fears years ago by donating blood … until they wrote to me and asked me not to come anymore. I faint. First time I donated blood, I fainted after 0.5 bag. Second time, as I got off the bed. Third time, sitting drinking tea. I was denied a fourth try. Hey, I was improving!! Now I am just not allowed to give blood – being British can be a disadvantage.
13 tubes is almost a donation! Oooooo. Living on the edge 😉