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Even Heros Have The Right to Bleed

17 Sep

So it was just another day in the life of A Ditk when one of my friends mentioned there was a blood drive going on that day at the student center. I love many things in life–sushi, Gossip Girl, sneakers–but I absolutely ADORE giving blood. Don’t ask me why, because everyone does, and I change my answer every time, but for now, let’s just say I love the feeling I get afterwards knowing that I saved up to three lives for donating blood just once!

Obviously I’m not just writing about giving blood once, though, because if it’s considered to be “blog worthy”, which this story definitely is, then it more than likely goes above and beyond a normal day occurrence–which this definitely does.

Anyways, I met 3 of my friends at the blood drive, and we all read some required information, as well as gave some information and of course proper identification. We sat down and waited until it was each of our turns to give the gift of life–via blood. I received a red sticker as I am a frequent donor, and 2 of my friends received green stickers, as it was their first time doing so. My 3rd friend couldn’t give blood because she had just gotten a tattoo within the year, but that’s alright, she came along for the support, so she’s still good in my book! Wow, that was a totally lame statement on my behalf, she’s a lot cooler than what I just said–no worries.

So the 4 of us sat there, waiting to get poked with a needle, basically, when I noticed that one of my friends was shaking. This confused me, just a little bit, because her father is a doctor, so I figured this would be a walk in the park for her, but I was wrong…per usual. She couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she was going to have a needle put into her arm for a few minutes, in a few minutes, and she looked like someone had just killed her pet kitten. The rest of us continuously cracked jokes about the situation, and her shaking, until my name was called. I made my way over to the nurse station to answer some quick questions, get my name and identity verified, iron level and blood pressure taken, and make sure I haven’t visited Africa in the past year–which I haven’t. Finally I was done, and sat in yet another waiting area with great anticipation, until I noticed a crowd of nurses around one particular donor. The kid looked like he was an extra in one of the Casper: The Friendly Ghost movies, and there was a nurse fanning him, while another cracked open an ice pack to put on his face. Apparently his blood pressure had dropped, and he was feeling, and looking, very faint. Then they pulled out the barf bags–it was like Christmas morning in a blogger’s world. One of the male workers came over with an upright stretcher, and carried the kid over to a bed behind a screen to rest. As the kid was getting up, I saw his shirt said Seniors 2009, meaning he was now a Freshman…yet another reason why Freshman make for the best creatures to observe. And while I was a Freshman just last year, I never got sick from giving blood, and I donated like 4 times last semester, so…TAKE THAT, current Freshmen.

Getting back to the main story, my friend and I were watching this while the other 2 were still answering questions with their respective nurses, and we both had the same worry running through our minds–Shakes McGee COULD NOT see what was going on, otherwise she would most likely faint prior to even getting sterilized. We did the best we could, and by that I mean we just sat there and laughed about it, until my other 2 friends, including shakes-McGee, were now waiting with me as well. As soon as you know who sat down, she obviously saw what was going on just a mere 5 feet in front of us, and questioned what was happening. I tried to change the subject, but I failed. Surprisingly, she remained extremely calm, I was so proud of her. It was my turn to give blood, and I handled it like a champ, nothing out of the ordinary. I got onto the bed, they found a vein (that was surprising because of how elusive my veins are) sanitized my arm, marked the injection site, put the needle in and ta daaaa, I was on my way to a full bag of blood and a few saved lives. Both my friends were in their own beds at this point, one of them doing just fine, and the other, Shakes, was lying there with my other friend by her side. I couldn’t help but laugh as I was texting and making phone calls with a needle in my arm, and she was flipping out. My friend and I finished up, but Shakes was still in the bed–white as a ghost. Looks like Casper found a friend. I watched her turn green as I sipped on a complimentary apple juice from the canteen, and asked if she was ok. Obviously I knew she wasn’t, but I like to do my part anyway that I can. A few minutes passed, and she felt well enough to stand and walk over to the canteen. She sat down, and got a can of juice and some Oreos. She then asked the attendant to open her juice can for her–first red flag. Her face suddenly turned pale, yet again, and she exclaimed that she wasn’t feeling well again. One of the nurses came over and said to put her head between her knees–awkward. I’m an awful person, so I laughed as they brought her over to one of the beds to rest. Her face then turned green, it was horrible, but she’s a champ, so she maintained her composure. After a few minutes, she was feeling and looking well enough to stand up and move around again, so we decided it was time to go home. I was cleaning up the table, and throwing out garbage we had left behind at the canteen, when she told me “wait, I want my Oreos”–it was then that I knew she was back to normal again.

Even the most normal situations become the most odd situations with me–oh, life.

Growing Up Has Its Bruises

22 Aug

     Today was my first day at a “big girl” doctor. No, not a gyno, but just a doctor that doesn’t have a playroom full of toys, and pictures of rabbits brushing their teeth adorning the walls. It was a sad moment for me, because I loved my pediatricians, they were G-R-E-A-T, GREAT! So I rolled out of bed at 10:30AM for my appointment at 10:45AM, threw some clothes on, and was on my way. Upon my arrival, I filled out some paper work, and sat in the waiting room for about a half hour or so–I hate waiting in waiting rooms, it’s too cliche for me. Anyways, I was finally called into the room, and the nurse asked me what I was there for. I said I don’t know, and that my mom told me it was time to move to a new doctor so I guess I was there to like get a last minute check-up before school starts again, and that I also needed some blood work done. So she sat me down and tied a rubber band to my arm to find a good vein–nothing in my right arm. She switched to my left–nothing again. Crap. I knew from the get-go that this was going to turn into the blood drive fiasco my senior year of high school when the new nurse had trouble finding a vein, “found one”, stuck the needle in and then POOF!–my vein collapsed and my arm blew up like a watermelon shot with a rifle. The nurse eventually found a vein she thought would make do, but once the needle was in, she got 2 drops of blood into the container–FAIL. She then told me the doctor would try and find another vein, as she placed a bandage over where the needle had been, and threw out what blood had made it into the container–what a waste.

     I was then sent into the next room to wait for the doctor. I was in there for about 15 minutes, when the doctor came in and said “hello Allie, I’ll be a few more minutes, I’m sorry for the wait, here, take a magazine, I don’t know how old you are, but here”–she handed me a copy of Seventeen Magazine, I hope she knows just because that’s the name, doesn’t mean I have to be that old, or that young to read it. Another 10-15 minutes passed and I had thrown the magazine back onto the counter, and laid back on the table, still waiting for the doctor. Finally, at least another 10 minutes later the doctor walked in and was ready to help me!

     She started off by asking me basic questions–ya know, allergies, where I go to school, what I’m majoring in, etc… Then she got to the heavy hitting stuff about what medications I’m on, past medical history, and then she dropped the bomb–“are you sexually active”? I said no. “have you ever been?” Still, a no from me. “I won’t tell your mom”–I laughed–“are you sexually active?” Now, I said NO, yet again, because why would I lie to my doctor? I’m not sexually active, and I wasn’t going to tell her I was for shits and giggles, but the fact that she kept asking me if I was made me feel dishonest, for whatever reason, but I don’t know why she didn’t believe me when I was telling the truth–I guess a lot of other teens she treats lie when asked that question. Well, not me! I’m a golden-teen!

     She then proceeded to check my arms for veins with hopes of collecting the sufficient amount of blood to test in the labs. She obviously couldn’t find any, because I mean, when has my luck ever been good?…my thoughts exactly. The doctor decided the nurse was right, and that my veins were too small in the areas blood is usually taken from on a patient’s arm, so she moved up a little higher when she stuck the needle in. As the blood was running into the tube, she told me it’s a delicate vein she chose, and that it would bruise, swell, and become painful and sensitive to touch, so I have to ice it–yup, exactly what I KNEW was going to happen. When all was said and done, she secured a bandage on my arm, and told me to pee in a cup…per usual. When I arrived at the bathroom, I noticed I had a choice between paper or plastic cups–I felt like I was in a grocery store. Naturally, though I was used to peeing in plastic at my pediatrician, I chose the paper cup because I figured new doctor, new urine catcher. Now, I always have trouble doing this, I never know where to place the cup, at what angle to hold it, or like, what to do to avoid peeing on my own hand, not to mention I NEVER have to go when the time comes to pee in a cup, it sucks. 

     Finally, I finished. I was able to get only a tiny amount of urine into the cup, because I had gone to the bathroom as soon as I woke up, only about an hour before that very moment, like every normal human being, but this is all they were getting, so they’d have to figure out how to deal with it. Ha! I then took the cup to the first room where the nurse was, who would be taking my sample and submitting it to the lab–what  lucky lab, running tests on blood, and urine all day long, I don’t know about you but it sounds like a dream job to me! When I arrived outside the first room, the nurse was busy taking blood from another patient–one who seemed to not enjoy needles, great. So there I was, standing outside the examination room, with a paper cup, containing my own pee. People were passing by me, and I was hoping they’d just think I was holding a cup of water from the cooler down the hall, but that’s when I spotted the big, blue letters displaying URINE SAMPLE printed on one side of the cup…FML. So I waited, pee in hand, until the nurse was done. Then I ran out of the office, almost forgetting to pay my co-pay, which I then did, followed by running outside, into my car, where I felt the need to go to my pediatrician just to hug the doctors there–I contained myself, maybe I am growing up?…


NAHHHHHHHHH.

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