I was at work, and some colleagues told me of cancer awareness camp clubbed with a Blood donation camp being organised.
I thought of what happened the first time, I went to donate, where the doctor allowed me to donate and it led to awesome amount of dizzy feeling and fainting spell.
So I walked in with a scarred psyche, prepared to not donate.
Then as people started inviting me (more like asking me ) to donate, I felt like a coward and over selfish! I am happy humans cant smell fear, unlike dogs. They would have smelt how anxious I was and thrown me out anyhow.
So getting carried away with the fever of the moment, I took the form and filled it up. After that, it dawned on me the worse part of it all - the needle!
The consequent pain and the desire to run away from it all.
But another tiny voice said, its the least you can do for someone who is affected with cancer. Tolerate some pain and fatigue and some dizziness.
Went there and did it and this time, I did not dare to look at the needle or the transparent cover with tubes attached (which had been handed over to me very innocently). Not knowing that very tube would be playing the role of transferring the collected matter to the packet (mucous coloured).
Looked at all the young college dudes jumping of the bed after donating, and secretly telling inside my head to not move around so much, incase of the consequences. But they dint fall or faint!
A beauty of the human body. When its hale and hearty, we feel on top of the world. A minor hitch and it can change everything including the individual!
Except for some amount of burning and lots of anxiety, this time I guess the breakfast and weight gain saved me from other troubles.
To opening this year by getting over my fear of donating blood, atleast momentarily.
Go ahead and donate and make this life better for someone else too. Tell me what do you think, feel free to share your own experience. It is scary, it is painful but it does feel very powerful at the end of the day? What say??
I thought of what happened the first time, I went to donate, where the doctor allowed me to donate and it led to awesome amount of dizzy feeling and fainting spell.
So I walked in with a scarred psyche, prepared to not donate.
Then as people started inviting me (more like asking me ) to donate, I felt like a coward and over selfish! I am happy humans cant smell fear, unlike dogs. They would have smelt how anxious I was and thrown me out anyhow.
So getting carried away with the fever of the moment, I took the form and filled it up. After that, it dawned on me the worse part of it all - the needle!
The consequent pain and the desire to run away from it all.
But another tiny voice said, its the least you can do for someone who is affected with cancer. Tolerate some pain and fatigue and some dizziness.
Went there and did it and this time, I did not dare to look at the needle or the transparent cover with tubes attached (which had been handed over to me very innocently). Not knowing that very tube would be playing the role of transferring the collected matter to the packet (mucous coloured).
Looked at all the young college dudes jumping of the bed after donating, and secretly telling inside my head to not move around so much, incase of the consequences. But they dint fall or faint!
A beauty of the human body. When its hale and hearty, we feel on top of the world. A minor hitch and it can change everything including the individual!
Except for some amount of burning and lots of anxiety, this time I guess the breakfast and weight gain saved me from other troubles.
To opening this year by getting over my fear of donating blood, atleast momentarily.
Go ahead and donate and make this life better for someone else too. Tell me what do you think, feel free to share your own experience. It is scary, it is painful but it does feel very powerful at the end of the day? What say??
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