So my day started off well.
Introduced DCT to Andrew and apush+band was alright.
I forgot my pe clothes so I didn't dress out for pe
then.. it was time to face my doom
or to look at it positively, save four lives.
so, i walk in and i sign in, blah blah blah then take a seat until they call me in and this was my beautiful blood filled view:
So awfully nauseous already... I'm getting more and more scared and nervous as I wait.
It doesn't help that I'm impatient and especially that I have a fairly weak stomach.
Then... they call my NAME!
And so I got into this blue booth thing where they ask me questions, take my temperature, blood pressure, etc etc and prick my finger. My friend told me that would be the part that hurt the most (minus when they put the needle in my arm) so:
they gave me a bandaid and told me to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. i was rebellious and didn't do that so i could take a quick picture with my phone.
then, i anxiously waited for them to call my name again to actually start the process of blood sucking. -_-
the nurse was real nice and asked how i was and even got me water and stuff. she put the iodine stuff on my arm and told me to relax. blah blah blah. she sticks the needle in and something happened and she looked frightened... but she keeps her cool and tells me to keep moving my hand so that the blood continues to circulate. that hurt like hell. then all of a suddent she's like "oh my gosh, that doesn't look good." and tries to fix it but can't so she calls someone else for help. next thing you know, the other nurse is trying to move the needle around in my arm. -_____- ouch. (and i don't even think i'm overexaggerating. that's really how it went). so i started tearing up, but luckily letrong was there to save my life and hold my hand. thank ya! then my original nurse asks me, "you still want to do this?" and of course i say no. HAHA just kidding. i said yes, just do it. so they finally find my vein after the 30th move and they're like "wow, your blood is moving quick. you should be done in about 6 minutes" hahahahaha.............. thanks lady.
so after that was over. they kept coming to check up on me and even the other ladies. and every time some new nurse came by to check.. they'd see my arm and say "uhh.. ugh. don't look at that. ahha. not pretty..." so WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO THINK OF THAT? oh man.
so i'm pretty freaked out by now but my flood's flowing so i know i'm almost done. nurse comes when i'm done and says... "i'm going to get you an ice pack but you're going to be bruised for a little while. when you get home, i need to you to ice your arm every few hours and after 24 hours, you should put heat on it." ....thanks lady.
so i'm crying... (slightly tearing) and i need to go pee cause they kept making me drink water.. and i tell her and she's all "i need to take you there and you can't lock the door cause i need to be able to get in if you faint or something" so ... i had my own escort to the 'potty' for the first time in like... 12 years. oh joy. but after that it was alright.
me with the ice pack wrapped around me:
and i was allowed to take it off after like 10 minutes.
my arm.. after this painful experience:
hahaha, just kidding. this was memorable and i saved four lives! yay. i wonder what my blood type is. anyway, honestly... i may have just gotten the bad experience but if you're considering, you should just do it. what's the pain for a half hour if you can save four lives? cool beans.
go save a life!
---edit---
it looks alright but i have two wholes and a fatty bruise that you can't see in this picture. ahhaha. i think i complain too much:
Introduced DCT to Andrew and apush+band was alright.
I forgot my pe clothes so I didn't dress out for pe
then.. it was time to face my doom
or to look at it positively, save four lives.
so, i walk in and i sign in, blah blah blah then take a seat until they call me in and this was my beautiful blood filled view:
So awfully nauseous already... I'm getting more and more scared and nervous as I wait.
It doesn't help that I'm impatient and especially that I have a fairly weak stomach.
Then... they call my NAME!
And so I got into this blue booth thing where they ask me questions, take my temperature, blood pressure, etc etc and prick my finger. My friend told me that would be the part that hurt the most (minus when they put the needle in my arm) so:
they gave me a bandaid and told me to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. i was rebellious and didn't do that so i could take a quick picture with my phone.
then, i anxiously waited for them to call my name again to actually start the process of blood sucking. -_-
the nurse was real nice and asked how i was and even got me water and stuff. she put the iodine stuff on my arm and told me to relax. blah blah blah. she sticks the needle in and something happened and she looked frightened... but she keeps her cool and tells me to keep moving my hand so that the blood continues to circulate. that hurt like hell. then all of a suddent she's like "oh my gosh, that doesn't look good." and tries to fix it but can't so she calls someone else for help. next thing you know, the other nurse is trying to move the needle around in my arm. -_____- ouch. (and i don't even think i'm overexaggerating. that's really how it went). so i started tearing up, but luckily letrong was there to save my life and hold my hand. thank ya! then my original nurse asks me, "you still want to do this?" and of course i say no. HAHA just kidding. i said yes, just do it. so they finally find my vein after the 30th move and they're like "wow, your blood is moving quick. you should be done in about 6 minutes" hahahahaha.............. thanks lady.
so after that was over. they kept coming to check up on me and even the other ladies. and every time some new nurse came by to check.. they'd see my arm and say "uhh.. ugh. don't look at that. ahha. not pretty..." so WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO THINK OF THAT? oh man.
so i'm pretty freaked out by now but my flood's flowing so i know i'm almost done. nurse comes when i'm done and says... "i'm going to get you an ice pack but you're going to be bruised for a little while. when you get home, i need to you to ice your arm every few hours and after 24 hours, you should put heat on it." ....thanks lady.
so i'm crying... (slightly tearing) and i need to go pee cause they kept making me drink water.. and i tell her and she's all "i need to take you there and you can't lock the door cause i need to be able to get in if you faint or something" so ... i had my own escort to the 'potty' for the first time in like... 12 years. oh joy. but after that it was alright.
me with the ice pack wrapped around me:
and i was allowed to take it off after like 10 minutes.
my arm.. after this painful experience:
hahaha, just kidding. this was memorable and i saved four lives! yay. i wonder what my blood type is. anyway, honestly... i may have just gotten the bad experience but if you're considering, you should just do it. what's the pain for a half hour if you can save four lives? cool beans.
go save a life!
---edit---
it looks alright but i have two wholes and a fatty bruise that you can't see in this picture. ahhaha. i think i complain too much:
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