Blood...

Gosh! It's been too long since my last post! I've been so busy I haven't had the chance to write anything other than papers and summaries. I;m actually writing from the school library. I had to sneak on a computer because no one will give me a new access code to sign in. Fortunately for me the library truin officer wasn't around. ANYWAY...I'm giving blood today. It's 11:13 and my appointment isn't until 1:30 *sigh* I don't think this was such a well thought out plan because I hate blood and needles.

BLOOD! I know, chills just ran up your back. It's not the thought of blood running though my veins that creeps me out. It's the thought of a puddle of blood on the floor, or blood being pumped out of my arm and into a bag. Gah! I'm only making it worse for myself right now. I was talking to a friend who just gave blood like a half an hour ago, and she was reassuring me and telling me it's not that big of a deal. She said it didn't even hurt that bad. THEN, another girl came over and was like, last time I gave blood, the nurse missed twice and it hurt so bad. Doesn't she know you're supposed to lie to people it this kind of situation? I guess not! I think the ultimate blood is Alfred Hitchcock's version. Chocolate syrup. If I walked into a room and saw a puddle of chocolate syrup in the floor, I'd act like I didn't see it so I wouldn't have to clean it up. However, if I walked into a room and saw a puddle of blood on the floor, I'd have to go into instant panic and see who it was coming from before they bled to death!

Giving blood is worth it though, maybe my blood will help save someones life. Then they can worry about it and I won't have to.