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I give blood as often as they allow me too and had a very entertaining session reccently.
Myself and a elderly lady passed through the screening procedure and got stuck at the same time. For some reason i have a fascination with watching the needle disappear into my arm and was doing this throughout 3 failed attempts to poke a hole in my fairly sizeable veins. She finally got me bleeding by waggling the needle back and forth in my arm and off we go.
The rest of the donation went fine and i hop of the bed at the same time as the elderly lady and we both headed to the little refreshments area. We stand facing each other. Me, penguin in hand and her toting a coffee stood next to a waist high circular flip top bin. We make small chat for a few seconds before she passes out and collapses sideways through the lid of the bin. She stumbles and recovers, standing up with the bin on her head before finally totally collapsing to the floor. The bin disintergrates leaving her with a rubbish crown and the lid around her head like those cones vets put on post-op pets. This is achieved almost silently so i get the attention of the nurses and start helping the woman up, and scoop her glasses out of the bottom of the bin.
With her safely in the hands of the nurses i excuse myself and leave the donor centre. As i begin to unlock my bike i scratch my face with the arm i donated from and am suprised to discover my hand appears to be very wet. Confused i look at my arm and only to find i appear to be ex-sanguinating through the hole in my arm. The dressing over the hole has swollen to the size of a golf ball and blood is freely running off my arm so i amble back in to centre to be tended to.
More free biscuits and pop and a good lie down later and i finally get back to work with a set of very impressive track marks which developed into a wonderful scag bruise over the following days.
giving blood: a good laugh!