I'm so proud of myself. I've been pondering about this for years, cos my brother has donated loads. I always thought I'd be too scared/squeamish, but I managed it.
There are far worse medical things a girl has to go through routinely I can tell you. This was a veritable walk in the park in comparison.
Here's my war wound.
I did go a bit wobbly afterwards, but the care I received from the blood ladies was exemplary. I think I should have drunk more water and eaten something much closer to the appointment - 4 hours since breakfast, so my blood sugars dropped off sharply.
A good lie down, a litre of water and a restorative wedge of chocolate cake soon had me back at my desk.
The young temp chap in the office reckons I should drink Guinness for a few days prior to my next donation. Sound advice from an ex-uni student ;o)
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