As in that which runs through our arteries and veins not 'The Blood' from Anne Bishop's Black Jewel series of books, although mentioning the latter provides me with a great excuse to mention my favourite cover from the Black Jewel series - Tangled Webs!
Late last year I donated blood for the first time. Needles and I have a history that goes...way back...and that, along with certain medications had prevented me from donating. However, I decided to...face my fear... The donation itself was an unmitigated disaster. I blacked out not even halfway through the donation and they had to stop collecting. Earlier this year (on my birthday to be precise, because who doesn't want to spend their birthday visiting the 'blood suckers'...although I'm sure if the 'blood suckers' in question were the BDB there would be a stampede!) I decided to try again, although I asked them to lay me as flat as possible (if I lie down while having a blood test I am usually fine). I should point out (how defensive am I?) that it isn't the site of blood that upsets me. I'm fine with blood. It's the needle (or a subconscious reaction to it). Who knows? *shrug* And that collection went well.
So, Tuesday was my third attempt...mainly to work out which of the last two visits were flukes. And the result? I PASSED! Ahhhh, it's not a test orannia! The New Zealand Blood Service now has 470 mL of my very boring O+ blood..I was hoping for an unusual blood type like my mother...but even my blood is boring *grin*
So, have you ever donated blood and, if so, how did you find it? And did you get chocolate biscuits afterwards?