"The Power Red Donation"

Okay, first off I've got to give credit where credit is due. In my random internet adventures I stumbled upon "Walk off the earth" This band rocks! And this takes serious talent. It's a good thinking song, very calm but at the same time there is a strong passion..


On to the real stuff, today I went and donated blood. Now I'm doing power red (twice the regular amount) so I can only do it 3 times a year. I hate needles and blood but it's the good thing to do so for three days out of the year I'll ranger the fuck up. Well...imagine a crimper for plastics.. 1. I'm not really sure if that's spelled right, I'll wing it. 2. I'm not sure if it's the right tool to describe this, still winging it. Okay, so imagine a tool that heats plastic tubing together to close it up essentially. I was doing my donation and the nurses went to crimp and cut the first bag off and apparently the crimping tool didn't fully close the tubing. After the nurse cut off the first bag, my blood started spurting out of the semi-crimped tubing. Whenever I donate blood I'm a little light headed and I don't really look at the blood anyways.. But when little patches of my own blood gets on my pants and a packet I was reading.. I, with good reason, start to freak out a bit. I'm a bit loopy at this point, seeing as I already lost blood from donating, and more is dripping around me. I plug up the gap with my hand and ask the nurse, "Uh... ma'am, is all this me?" Not looking at my arm, she says, "Yes thank you for your extra donation, you'll live" (she was just talking about the power red, not my donation to the floor) It continues to spurt. Now I'm just wondering if I'm in some kind of nightmare.. The nurse looks down to my arm and flips, says "let's fix this" and gets to work. Just had to run through it again with the crimping tool. We all had a good laugh about it.. So that's my exciting story about donating blood!

-T