The Season for Giving

"You have a great vein for platelets."

She says this to me after I've told her about my horrible fear of needles and how hard it is for me to even walk into the Blood Donor Center without getting nauseous.

I hate the Blood Donor Center. Everywhere you look there is a poster with a cartoony drop of blood character who tells you all about donating blood, platelets or plasma! Every wall, every desk, every surface is covered with them. They even have "Droppy the Blood" (not his real name) featured on place mats in the post-donation snack area. Droppy reveals each intimate detail of the process in cute bubble letters and ends every step with an exclamation point.

Instead of donating a pint of whole blood, you can donate a particular component like platelets, plasma or red blood cells!

At all times during the platelet collection process, your blood is contained within a sterile tubing system!

Your blood 'takes a spin' in a centrifuge and is then returned to your body!

Obviously, we all now know why they have to beg for people to give blood. Who needs these gross details? Sit me in a chair, don't talk to me, let me look at a blank wall and tell me when I'm done. You may remember my last blood donation adventure when I got so sick that I almost passed out and had to spend an hour waiting in a reclined chair with a wet rag on my head. I warned the nurse this time and she did really well with me until the platelet comment.

"You know, you can give platelets as soon as three days from now."

God. Dammit. Are you kidding me?

As I mentioned in my last post about blood donation, I am blood type O Negative. Me and about 6% of the United State's population. (Thanks Droppy!) O Negative is the super blood. I'm a "Universal Donor" meaning my blood can save anyone's life and is the most sought after. So I have to donate. It kills me, I hate it, it completely freaks me out. It's been almost three hours since I finished up this morning and I'm still sick to my stomach. But. I have to do it. How could I not? And now thanks to that fucking nurse, I get to do it again.