At my school, the Blood Mobile comes twice a year, and if you're in a science class, you get bonus points for giving or getting up to 3 people to donate for you (a point for each person added to your final grade). I've given every year since I was able to, even though this year I don't have any science classes.
The first time I gave blood, I almost passed out. And then the second time everything went well and the nurse bandaged me up and I headed up to the front of the Blood Mobile to get my cookie and soda, sat down then started feeling a tad funny, and all I remember was getting up and saying "Somebody . . . . " and I was out cold. Two of my friends were giving at the same time and they told me I turned grey, and the nurses were screaming "What's his name?!?!" I regained consciousness a few seconds later, and after a little while of laying down, I was good as new.
I've given four times since then and haven't experienced any more problems. Some might be completely discouraged if they went through the experience I went through, but the way I look at it, what's passing out if I can save up to 3 people's lives? It has also always intrigued me that a lot of the tough guys from my school refuse to do it because they're scared of needles, my friend Matt is a daredevil, but won't give blood, go figure?
My Dad has given more times than I can count, I remember he got a pin a few years back that had some number of gallons that he had given, I can't quite remember how many though.
By the way, I'm A neg. just like my Dad, my mom is O neg. and my Grandmother is AB neg.
Oh, and at the University I'm going to next year, there is somewhere in town where you can get paid to donate plasma, atleast they used to.
The first time I gave blood, I almost passed out. And then the second time everything went well and the nurse bandaged me up and I headed up to the front of the Blood Mobile to get my cookie and soda, sat down then started feeling a tad funny, and all I remember was getting up and saying "Somebody . . . . " and I was out cold. Two of my friends were giving at the same time and they told me I turned grey, and the nurses were screaming "What's his name?!?!" I regained consciousness a few seconds later, and after a little while of laying down, I was good as new.
I've given four times since then and haven't experienced any more problems. Some might be completely discouraged if they went through the experience I went through, but the way I look at it, what's passing out if I can save up to 3 people's lives? It has also always intrigued me that a lot of the tough guys from my school refuse to do it because they're scared of needles, my friend Matt is a daredevil, but won't give blood, go figure?
My Dad has given more times than I can count, I remember he got a pin a few years back that had some number of gallons that he had given, I can't quite remember how many though.
By the way, I'm A neg. just like my Dad, my mom is O neg. and my Grandmother is AB neg.
Oh, and at the University I'm going to next year, there is somewhere in town where you can get paid to donate plasma, atleast they used to.
