
The second reason I'm tooting my own horn here, is that I want extra credit for giving blood, given as how I HATE doing it. It makes me sick. And this time HURT. Usually, it doesn't, but I don't know if it's me or the tech who draws the blood, because every once in awhile, the whole thing sucks. That was today. And after I had my snack at the end, I got up to walk away, and I had to sit right down again...I almost fainted. Blech. Most of the time, my issue is the needle. I HATE those big needles poking me in the arm. I had natural childbirth, and it was mostly because I took one look at that needle in the pre-birthing classes we took, and it scared the shit out of me. I can't watch when they draw the blood either...my stomach goes all flip-floppy on me, and once I went all the way and passed out after donating. It's the grossest thing ever to see your blood in that little bag...ugh. But the feeling after, knowing how much you've helped someone in their hour of need? Priceless.
Plus, they give you cookies. ;)
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