For most of my life I did not understand why people wanted to give blood. I thought of it as involving needles and not fun. Who needs to give blood when other people do? I've been making excuses since senior year. I though class was more appealing than exchanging blood for a shirt and a coke. Today I got tired of talking and just gave it. I looked at the forms and found out that I am eligible. Then remembered that because I am O; anyone can use my blood. I got my finger pricked which stung like a bee. But the pain numbed it. Then the lady squeezed some blood out to check for anemia. I didn't really care. I guess that was the worst of it. Then I sat and waited. I didn't hesitate while getting up and let my nurse do her thing. Right before I did have a look of horror on my face. It was already in and I was pumping. But, apparently too hard so they made me roll the stress ball. I rolled and rolled watched my purpley crimson blood flow through the cord into the bag. When it was full I made them come back so they won't mooch extra blood. I had survived and it wasn't a big deal. I applied pressure and raised my arm. Then they wrapped me up, gave me a sticker, brownie, and a coke. I didn't cry, freak out, or start rambling. It wasn't a big deal.
