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Blood is what makes you other than dead...
Woe. Am missing wushu again. Well, technically I went last week, but now this means I have two sessions to make up! Maybe will go on Saturday.
I totally forgot that you aren't supposed to do strenuous activity or whatnot after giving blood. I mean, I was going to go anyway, except several people stopped and told me I probably shouldn't.
I'm continuously scared of giving blood, especially when I keep getting pricked on the finger and told my iron count is too low. I don't know why... it really doesn't hurt that much, it's just the thought of a giant freaking needle stuck in my arm.
Ok, ew, I just squicked myself out again.
But! I am at the point where I can watch the blood going into the baggie. The first time I gave blood, I looked over out of curiousity and nearly keeled over. This time, I noticed that the tubes going to the bag were warm. Obviously, it makes total sense for it to be warm, but it was still surprising.
I never really understood those people in books who would faint away at the sight of blood until then. I generally think I don't mind the sight of blood, but the thought that it's mine and that it's outside my body sort of freaks me out.
I totally forgot that you aren't supposed to do strenuous activity or whatnot after giving blood. I mean, I was going to go anyway, except several people stopped and told me I probably shouldn't.
I'm continuously scared of giving blood, especially when I keep getting pricked on the finger and told my iron count is too low. I don't know why... it really doesn't hurt that much, it's just the thought of a giant freaking needle stuck in my arm.
Ok, ew, I just squicked myself out again.
But! I am at the point where I can watch the blood going into the baggie. The first time I gave blood, I looked over out of curiousity and nearly keeled over. This time, I noticed that the tubes going to the bag were warm. Obviously, it makes total sense for it to be warm, but it was still surprising.
I never really understood those people in books who would faint away at the sight of blood until then. I generally think I don't mind the sight of blood, but the thought that it's mine and that it's outside my body sort of freaks me out.
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The odd thing is, I don't mind the thought of knives quite as much as needles for some reason. Huh. Reflexes really are odd.