If you ever want to blackmail me, you might want to do it with a bag of blood and some needles. (Now, why am I telling people what to use to extort me???)
Anyway, I’m totally freaked out by blood and injections. My attempt at donating blood was somewhat of an anti-climax. This happened last Saturday.
I was with some of my teammates who had gone to a community centre which was holding a blood donation drive. Several of them urged me to donate but I was just really afraid to do so. You would think my fear stems from having not donated before. But no, I HAVE donated blood before. It’s just that during my third time, the doctor didn’t insert the needle into my vein in the right position and there was no blood flow after 1/4 of the bag was full. They attempted to insert the needle a second time. Some blood came out but then it stopped again without filling the bag. I think my vein probably collapsed or something. The doctor asked if I wanted to have the needle inserted a third time, and I was like “Er, no thank you.” So my blood was wasted and I ended up with a big bruise.
After that third time, I became terrified of donating blood and injections altogether. But believe it or not, I actually tried to donate a fourth time. But this time, I was rejected because the nurse said my veins were too small.
And last Saturday, I thought I could overcome my fear. After deliberating for more than an hour, I filled in the blood donation form with my personal particulars and answered a whole series of questions. I had my blood pressure and iron levels tested (all well and good, thankfully!) and was given the green light to donate blood. On sitting down and lying on the bed however, I suddenly got cold feet and I felt myself turning faint at the thought of needles sticking into me. I freaked out and turned blue. In the end, I just couldn’t go through with it and felt really sheepish at backing out at the last minute.
And all these also explains why I’m not in the medical field. I would never make it!