Boy - do I have a doozey of an update.
So, there's this annual blood drive going on at my school. And for some bizarre reason that is beyond my knowledge - I find myself volunteering to take papers and give surveys. Just general questions, you know? If they smoked, if they drank (and how many times), family history of complications pertaining to blood, what they had to eat this morning (not that I cared or anything. food is food.), if they've been outside the country in the last year (since, apparently, there are just some places you can't go to! like Mexico ... *dies*) - pretty easy stuff. Plus... it got me out of class, so regardless, I was all for it!
The nurses did their thing on the other side of the room - while I watched every victim shuffle their way into the little cubicles to be laid down. It was like watching an animal get their yearly shot, for the most part. Others ... just looked like an animal getting shot down. Why sign up for this anyway if you have a phobia of needles, is what I wanna know. I think getting over your fears should come gradually. Not on the spot where everyone can see you - unless you're on Fear Factor, and in that case, you're just setting yourself up for failure in MY opinion. But if you like the whole do-or-die thrill thing... then be my guest. Just don't overstay your welcome, damn bum.
This skinny 97 lbs stick came in shaking so much, I swear I could hear her bones rattling. Her eyes were darting around like she was on speed - and she kept making this annoying chattering noise with her teeth. I was SO close to just showing her the door, when the nurse told me that she was the right weight and had no signs of anemia. What - are you kidding me? This chick was on the verge of a TOTAL meltdown and looked like you could see a pea go down her stomach if she swallowed one. And they wanted to take her blood? With what?! -- A straw?! Well anyway, if I couldn't kick her out, might as well break out the popcorn and watch.
The second they even BROUGHT a needle close to her skin - she literally fell. From the bed, to floor - just fell. While everyone tried to get her back onto the bed ... I was just wondering if she broke a bone. That was a pretty nasty fall for a drama queen, just so you know. And if that wasn't bad enough - she started crying. I mean, the WORKS. Boo-hoo'ing and wailing for her Mother, who probably shipped her out've their home in Malibu to begin with, and just had a complete breakdown. So, they tried for a second time - once they got her approval and she was "all better" - what boggles me the most is why on God's green earth would they even believe her?! Because the minute she even saw the damn needle - she fuh-reeaaakked!!! (freaked. yeah? trying to mix it up a bit. <.<)
Oh, and this is the beautiful part.
It wasn't even the needle to withdraw a pint of blood. You know - the four-inch one? It was the needle used to check if her blood level was acceptable. That itty-bitty one that pricks your finger, and only little kids freak out over if they see it. So, forgive me. But I can't be the least bit sympathetic over something that small and trivial. Especially when the whole ordeal was made into some over-the-top finale to a daytime soap opera. Stupid, but amusing overall. She ended up not giving blood (surpriiise) but atleast she got a sticker for trying.
When you really think about it - it's all psychological. The human heart pumps gallons upon gallons of blood everyday ... what's one little pint gonna hurt? I'd give blood, but I've got a type of hemolytic anemia. They wouldn't want my blood even if I had money floating out've my crack. But anyway, sure, you might feel a little dizzy or light-headed (Did I mention that another girl in my class almost passed out after giving blood? All her fault. She moved around too much, too soon. =_=;) but food and drinks are given at the end. Not some cheap two-cent cookies found under some homeless guy's torn up newspaper, either. Waffles and fruit juice, and candy were distributed with some CD's and pins saying: "I gave blood!" or "I save lives."
Which, to me, was still kinda cheap 'cause if you drop it ... the whole thing falls apart. What a cheat, huh?
Anyway, I've learned that whenever a person has fainted or is about to faint, it's best to lift their feet onto a chair so their blood could circulate properly and return color to their skin again. And don't give them water, because then it'll cause an imbalance and, unless you enjoy the smell and stench that comes with vomit, they'll barf everywhere. I just thought that was interesting.
Uh, dealing with rude attitudes and random dizzy-spells aside ... it wasn't such a bad experience. The lead nurse we had was a sweet lady that always had a wise-crack or two to say. So, needless to say, it was pretty fun.
And my teacher has such sick stories that she always feels the need to share. After being in the Medical field for over 20 years, I can't exactly say I'd blame her. I'm starting to believe she's some sort of twisted sadist. o_O Just a thought. Today, she told us of how she saw some poor man who had a deteriorating lung from lung cancer (obviously) die on the parking lot, after recieving some sort of laser treatment. Apparently, the laser went too far in and burst a vein somewhere near his heart which caused blood to spill out from EVERY orifice of his body. His ears, eyes, mouth, nose, penis and rectum were literally spilling blood. The firemen nearby who were called had to shut down three important streets because the blood had spread down onto the concrete, since the place where he had fallen was at a slant. The guy died at the end, and what's even worse, was that his own family didn't even know that he had cancer in the first place. Must've been really sad once they found out.
Well, as I've said. This was one doozey of a post ... and I'll probably get bored if I tried reading it, too. But, yeah, this was my day. And it'll be back to studying again soon.
I can't wait 'till tonight.