I went for my first successful blood donation last Thursday. I tried once more than 11 years ago in Poly but did not pass the screening due to insufficient hemoglobin in my blood, the blood did not sink to the bottom of copper sulphate solution.
Perhaps it is after pregnancy, my body gets stronger (that's what I heard from some experienced mums, they feel that they are stronger than before birth). Of course it may not apply to everyone.
- Vennie, Kristin, Me (The 3 horses) & Felicia (Camera-woman) :P

- The food that awaits us after our blood donation:

I was feeling nervous, enthusiastic, worried, excited, paranoid. What if I failed the screening again? I am so plump now, I should have sufficient blood right? Will I faint? Will I get fatter after the donation? Is it painful? All mixed feelings.... However, I never thought of giving up.
Here's a brief description of how it go:
- Filling up a 4-6 page questionaire, answer many sensitive questions (mostly is to check if one has HIV/dengue fever virus), registration (they even have my failed attempt(low blood count) 11 years ago).
- Taking of temperature, pulse, weight (only those that are suspected to be underweight will have to measure their weight, I wish I am one of them....)
- Testing of blood count using a disposable needle on my left index finger - ouch! This time my blood sinked to the bottom of the solution. :D
- Seated in a corner waiting for my turn. Saw someone fainted and the staffs raised his feet up. Vennie, Lian, Kristin all went one by one. When it was my turn, I took the fainted man's chair (at this moment I was a bit paranoid, worried that I will faint too since I am sitting his spot)
- Time to draw out my blood:
- I laid on the chair and the volunteers checked my records and whispered among themselves (speculating I will fail the round). So they asked a lady that looked like those Head Nurse to come over.
- The lady applied pressure on my right arm to check for my veins. Then she turned around and told the 2 guys - This one OK.
- Sterilise, injected a painkiller into my right arm and waited for the drug to take effect. This is a little painful, but still better than the index finger's pain.
- Poke a thicker needle with tube that draws blood into the storage bag. I can feel the warm blood inside the tube.
- Time flies quickly (or rather than my blood pumps /flows out really fast), it seems like a ten minute process.
- All done, the volunteer removed the needle from me and sealed up the storage bag.
I do not mind having another blood donation next time if what they say is true - every bag of blood saves a life. I will get to save one soon! That person who's using my blood is so lucky to use my rich, well-nourished, fatty blood.
This is considered one of the special things I ever did for my big 30 - doing a good deed, overcoming a new fear & gaining a new form of experience.