As I stated in my last post, today I donated blood, but it wasn’t as easy as it usually is, but then again, is anything ever easy when you’re A Ditk?
I got to the Hillel (the Jewish center) on campus and signed in. After waiting about a half hour, my name was called and I did the routine Q&A session with one of the workers. My iron was low by .2 in the first finger they pricked, so they decided to try another finger and sure enough my iron level was high enough for me to donate! I finished up the questions and then headed over to lay down on one of those super, uncomfortable beds. They asked me what arm I usually donate with, and I told them my left arm…and then the search began!
The nurse, and her mid-age trainee, poked and prodded at my arms trying to find a vein sufficient enough to stick a needle in and draw blood from. They went from my left arm to my right, back to my left, then right, until they FINALLY settled on my left arm where they found a very deep vein they could utilize. It then took about 30 minutes for me to fill an entire pint bag with my blood. When all was said and done, I was escorted to the “canteen” and splurged on juice and cookies to keep myself awake. I noticed my friend started loading up her bag with cans of juice, so of course I did the same. I mean, it was the end of the day so why not?
I did a mitzvah. (A good deed, for those of you who don’t know any Hebrew)