I’m going to preface this with the fact that I am a long time blood donor and will be going again. My body not cooperating is in no way the people who were serving at the particular blood drive I went to’s fault.
That being said, they had to get both my arms this last time I gave blood. I’m nearing five official gallons with Red Cross and over six total because when I started giving it was to the local organization that served the Southern Missouri region.
Every time I go in I’m sure to warn them that I have “rolling veins”. It’s a precaution for both of us so they can get it going with as much ease and as little pain for me as possible.
This time, however, it got away from them anyway, for just a moment, but it was long enough that my body went “nope, I’m done!” and started clotting after filling the bag but before they could fill the test vials.
So they went to my other arm to try to only fill the vials… but I was the stone that they couldn’t squeeze blood from on this day.
For clarity sake, my t-shirt says “Love Has No Borders” by the way. One of the people at the drive thought it said “hoarders” at first glance. I mean, that’s a good message too since one can’t hoard love, but no, that’s not what the shirt said.
Needless to say, it bruised up nicely.