For once in my life I was able to donate blood. I signed up for a campus-wide blood drive – appointment and all. I was nervous, really nervous. I don’t have any issue receiving shots, receiving an IV or even a catheter (when numbed) – but seeing my blood course out of my body freaks me out.
In all honesty (shh – don’t tell anyone) I always used my weight as an excuse for not donating. I have constantly weighed between 98-103 lbs. Now that I am 110+ (and still coping with that change), I no longer have an excuse. So – it is my time to give back.
My first experience took over 3 hours; the wait did not help my anxiety. However, once I passed all of the tests, I was proud to be donating. The nurses were nice, the volunteers were energetic, and the staff was enthusiastic. I was happy to be laying in that chair.
While I still struggle with the new weight (again, over 110 lbs), I vow to help others. I vow to donate blood. Give me a few months…even a year. I’ll let you know how it goes. Yet, my goal is to donate 4 times over the next 12 months. According to the Red Cross, that could save 12 lives. A commitment I am willing to make.