The first thing to do was to find someone willing to accompany me. The thing proved to be very difficult because nobody wanted to come and I encountered various refusals, like I’m afraid of needles, I’m anaemic, I’m not in town. In a word, excuses. I’m afraid of needles too, but the idea that I could conquer my fear made me more stubborn in my decision. Finally, I convinced a girl to come with me and the next day in the morning, on an empty stomach we were at the hospital to donate blood.
There were so many people that instantly I thought to return another day, but on a second thought , knowing myself, I knew I wouldn’t be so open to sacrifice another morning. It was something needed to be done there and then!
When time to give our personal data came, I encountered the first criteria that could decide whether or not I could donate blood: my weight. The lady from the hospital put me on a scale and she said, I quote “with bag, clothes, all, you have 51 kg, there’s no point”. What? I had no idea that I should have a certain weight to donate blood. Otherwise, I wouldn’t wake up in the morning and made that unnecessarily walk. I was very disappointed and also I felt … rejected like my blood wasn’t worthy enough to mingle with somebody else’s blood.
The girl I came with passed the scale test, but on the initial blood test came out that she had low hemoglobin and she couldn’t donate blood either.
I had in my mind this idea that people didn’t want to donate blood but the true is that few people can actually do it. Like from two potential donors, me and my friend, we were both rejected. But if you can donate blood, do it even only for egoist purposes. I plan to eat more in the Easter period and try again.
Ahh, and you can live longer if you constantly donate blood.