The next time I go to donate blood, I am going to do something few women have done before: I am going to lie about my weight by ADDING a few pounds. Have I lost my mind? Well, that depends on who you ask. But in this instance, I think I am being wise. Here is what happened on Friday- I went to donate blood and when the woman poked me with the needle, no blood came out. She obviously was new (karma, huh?!), and I told her not to worry about it, just to take the needle out and poke me again. She went and got her supervisor, who informed me that because I do not weigh 125 pounds, they are not allowed to poke me twice. So, my options were to give up or to let them dig around. Not realizing what I was getting myself into, I let them dig. After what felt like fifty jabs, the blood started to flow. Probably due to all the trauma from the digging, my blood clotted with only a few ml to go, and so they were unable to use my blood. What a pain!! So now I have a huge bruise on my arm, I think I broke a few bones in Danielle’s hand from squeezing so hard during the "let’s rip Katie’s veins apart" episode, and I lost a lot of blood for nothing. I will go back and try again in three months, but this time, I will lie and say I weigh 125. Is this rule some sort of punishment for little people!? If any of you medical people can explain this rule to me, I would appreciate it. But until then, I officially weigh 125 (please don’t tell on me)!
Edit: A picture from one week later: