Yesterday was a big day for me. A week ago I got a call from the hospital and they set up an appointment for me for my first blood donation session. Which was yesterday.
I've had Trypanophobia my whole life, and my phobia of needles did not get any better when I got robbed by a junkie threatening me with a dirty, bloody needle. So you can say I didn't actually look forward to give blood. But nevertheless, my mind was set on it. I was getting rid of my phobia and in the same time contribute to the world, save human lives, be a hero. I really felt like a hero, giving my own life to save others in need. And it felt good, being able to say I donate blood. It felt great!
But i realised I couldn't do this alone.. So I sent Sun a message:
"Do you finish work at 4 pm? What are your plans after that? *may possibly resemble a leading questing that later will be followed by "do you want to..." and in this case will be the beginning of the question " do you want to come hold my hand while I'm being brave when doctors steal my blood?" if this would've been such a leading question as I imply*"
And of course she'd love to! So after school I took the train to Lillestrøm medical centre. I got there. I filled out the forms. I sat down with the nice nurse lady. I got sent home. Apparently my oh so gorgeous lip piercing prevent me from being able to donate blood. It goes through the mucous membrane which can affect my blood. I think it's great that they're so precocious, and I love that I escaped the needle, but still a bit sad I can't to it when I really wanted to.
I don't like to look at it as a rejection, I like to think more of it just me being to cool for them, with my oh so cool and awesome piercing.
He-llo go-rgeous!
