I haven’t had much luck donating blood to the American Red Cross.
I think the first time I tried to donate blood, I managed to donate, but despite orange juice drinking and cookie eating, I went home and got really dizzy and weak and sick feeling and went to bed early.
Another time, I made an appointment, then I thought I was late so I jogged uphill to make my appointment on time. Needles make me nervous so I was not able to bring my heart rate down in 15 minutes or whatever their standard is. No donation.
The last time, I went with Yut to a Red Cross RV thing. My veins are shitty so it takes me a long time! I lie there and lie there and I think one person comes in and leaves in the time it takes me to fill up my bag of blood! But it’s ok, I donated! Woot! Then they send me a letter telling me they rejected my blood because they detected hepatitis antibodies or something but it might be a false positive so please go see my doctor. What?! I freak out and go see my doctor, who sends me to the lab (different location, thank you insurance!!!), and I am tested. Negative, no hepatitis. Whew. Then the Red Cross sends me a post card asking me to donate! OMG NO! I swear I am not dealing with these people ever again. The phlebotomist usually has to use a child sized needle anyway and I clearly suck at blood giving!
Then the Red Cross calls me this summer. Twice! They say they are having shortages. Or were having shortages? Well, gosh, a shortage! Blood saves lives! I better make an exception. So I make an appointment. For this morning. Take time off work. But then this week I seem to be having a mild cold. Like I have a small tickle in my throat — not quite a sore throat — and a slightly running nose — I’ve blown it three times this morning. But just in case, I call 1800RedCross and ask, hey if I have a slight cold with a runny nose and whatnot, can I still donate? Heather who answers the phone tells me that if I feel well and I don’t have a fever and am not taking antibiotics, then it’s fine. So I walk over 1.5 miles to the donation center. And when I’m checking in, they ask how I’m feeling. So I explain about the mildly runny nose and the throat tickle. AND THEY TELL ME NOT TO DONATE!!! OMG!!! Look I don’t mind them telling me for my own good not to donate. And I don’t mind them wanting to protect the blood supply. Lovely sentiments, both. But maybe tell me ahead of time so I don’t walk over a mile to see you first!!! I told them to not contact me anymore. If I pass by a blood drive, I’ll try and stop in. Then if they reject me, at least it’s not quite so frustrating. Then I walked a mile to my office. Sheesh.
The Red Cross and I are not a match! I wanted to say bloody star crossed even though I’m not British but it was pfunny in my head. But then I thought that might be too dorky. But whatever, I am dorky. Anyway, if you don’t have problems donating, go donate, I guess. They might be having a shortage, although maybe everyone else already addressed it I don’t know. Yut donated. So we got to walk the 1.7 miles together, which was nice. He has no troubles. Ever. They love him.