The fear pales as I realise I’ll be OK
I HAD the usual nerves as we walked into the blood service. One part of my brain was convinced I was going to die; and the slightly more rational side was telling me to stop being such a sook.
All was good once we got inside; the nurses were fantastic.
Workmate Kel Price donated with me. We were racing to see who could fill their blood bag first. I won.
My downfall came when it was time to go; after I had a slight dizzy spell, the nurses made sure I lay down for a while. I felt good again, so I wandered into the tea room, where they give you wonderful snacks.
I knew there were only three women in the room; I'd passed them on my way and could only hear three voices.
The problem was, I was seeing six blurry figures in front of me.
A nurse laid me on the couch, legs propped, washers on my face. With the help of a chocolate muffin, I came good.
The craziest thing is in three months I'll be back and donating; because while I may have felt sick for a few hours, I'd hate to be in the situation where I needed someone's blood and they were too much of a chicken to donate, simply because they felt light-headed after.