I almost was unable to donate blood yesterday. I’d donated twice before but the third time I tried the nurses were unable to get my veins. This time the first two nurses who tried were unable to get my veins but a third nurse saved the day by saying “Girl, she’s got a big vein in the center! I don’t know what y’all are talking about.”
I had a bad reaction to this blood donation. I became dizzy, light headed and nauseous. I almost fainted. I almost regretted giving blood. I almost decided I would never give blood again.
But then I thought of the people I was potentially saving from much worse pain and suffering than what I was experiencing as a result of my blood donation. I thought of the person who because of me might be able to say “I almost died but then I got a blood donation.”
I almost didn’t write this blog. It almost felt like bragging. It almost seems that if you do a good deed you should just keep quiet about it because that shows that you truly did it to help someone else and not to make yourself look good.
But then I remembered all the e-mails I got from the Red Cross saying there’s a critical shortage of blood and a critical need for blood donors. I remembered that the Red Cross encourages everyone to take a selfie and share it on social media after donating blood.
Now I almost hope that my cyber enemies and maybe even my cyber friends are sitting around trashing me for being so vocal about donating blood. Because that means they’re talking about blood donation and blood donation is something that needs to be talked about.