Thursday, April 8
Really went for it man. Frightening trip I ever took, but the whole journey was exciting, if not for the nerves I got. Registration, BP and blood tests, including the jab on your finger in which they extracted out blood and drip it into copper(II) sulphate, watching that drop of blood sink to the bottom. Yeah. Blood test.
Then comes the real thing, and you hafta wait like half an hour for that. Long queue today, since it's the last day already. And that's when the nerves start to jam up. Damningly hard to sit in front of those people on the beds and watching blood rush out from their arms and into bags and bags of blood. Gross, but humane. (Am I contradicting here? You'd understand what I mean if you gone through that.)
Laid back against the metallic couch, and half anticipated the long long thick thick needle that would soon pierce through. But nah, they give you the anaesthetic jab first. Tingling feeling, but no big deal. Funny thing is that you don't feel the numbness, but when the real needle comes, you can't feel that either. It's really horrifying, and I didn't watch. V-shaped opening, about a few mm in diameter, and blood literally gushes out to fill the tube and the bag. Wow. No feeling. Really. It's actually painless, but I actually had the guts to volunteer for it.
I now have a bag of my own blood in the blood bank. So miracles do happen sometimes.
Posted by Isabelle at 10:27 pm