Blabbering of a Fool
My First “Blood Ritual”
Another outdated post on a much earlier happening last year (technically, last month).
It’s scary what UGC modules can do to one’s mind and body. So I had my final UGC (which actually is the code for World Civilizations, I wonder why…) exam, and I didn’t have a good feeling about my results.
I got a C, by the way. I suck at history.
Outside the exam hall, my good friend Lester suggested going for blood donation, as there was a drive going on right at campus. And so, under the influence of post-UGC trauma and other enthusiastic comrades, there you have it: my first blood donation.
Hell, I wouldn’t say I wasn’t scared, though not terrified, but IT IS as what every blood donor has said, and I’m going to say it myself this time: IT REALLY IS PAINLESS (surprisingly)!
The only sensation of pain you would is only when the anesthetic jab pricks the skin, but maybe it’s just me, ’cause although I’m fine with jabs, I really dislike this moment.
And oh, the entire process was really short, like 5-7 minutes for me. The nurse told me the duration differs from person to person though. It’s just the post-donation rest that’s rather long, ’cause they don’t wanna have anyone fainting all around the place from overexertion, do they?
And there you have it! I’m only allowed to donate again after February, and I’ll say I’m definitely going to donate again.
Meanwhile, it seems that O type blood (yay, my type) is actually running at critical levels in Singapore, so I’ve unknowingly done my part. Have a heart and spare some blood, ya?