I've always felt obligated to make an effort to donate.
They say that they always need more donations.
So of course, despite the fact that whenever I get a shot, my adrenaline makes me feel like punching whoever is holding the needle, I convince myself I should do it.
I've only actually succeeded in getting in the chair once.
One time I was too light.
All the other times, I wasn't allowed because my mom or play director said I couldn't.
Well yesterday there were signs everywhere.
So I went.
I went in that room very confident with myself.
A poke in the finger.
Two stabs in the arms.
Only 3/4 of a pint of blood.
And
A great passing out story later
I walked out of there with a very full pack of snacks, completely mortified.
I don't think I'm ever going to try again.
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