BY: LINDSAY IRVIN
I am terrified by knives, needles or anything sharp that can
poke, pierce, slice, slit, stab or cut.
Ask my family or friends – or this kid Nathan who, while we
were only in third grade, chased me around the school kitchen with a butcher
knife. He was only playing, not realizing the danger of the sharp metal he
aimed at me, but it still traumatized me enough to instill a fear of pain
associated with being sliced and diced.
Recently, a friend of mine in medical school told me about
the constant need for blood in North Texas.
After learning more, I felt compelled to donate some of my own.
Now, I have felt compelled before, and I have chickened out
before, but this time was different. I knew almost instantly that I was going
to do it – in spite of my tendency to faint when I get shots.
As the day approached, I became aware that they must prick your finger to test
your blood before you donate. This fact was scarier than the thought of
watching them stick a needle into my vein.
I’ve had my finger pricked before and it wasn’t a pleasant
experience. It felt as if someone had stapled my finger to a desk, and if that
was not enough, the phlebotomist then brutally squeezed my fingertip to gather
the oozing blood.
I cringe just remembering this. Almost as soon as she began
to squeeze my finger, I passed out.
So, armed with the knowledge that this would happen again, I
called for support from my fellow editors. I begged someone to come with me for
moral support – someone to be there if I got sick or tried to back out. No one
volunteered.
Oh, by the
way, I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 21 because I was too afraid. My
best friend took me to the mall – bought me a margarita – then dragged me down
to Claire’s.
Lord knows what I was thinking attempting this donor stunt.
Jan. 23 arrived too soon – I thought I would get over my
fear before the day came – but the anxiety was still there as I pulled up out
front of the Medical Center of McKinney (where the Carter BloodCare bus was
stationed for the day).
I apprehensively reached for the door handle of bus, taking
a deep breath and ignoring the frenzied heartbeat in my chest.
As I pulled on the handle, I noticed it wasn’t opening. It
didn’t take long for me to realize it was locked nor for the lady inside the
bus to turn me away after I knocked and alerted her to my arrival.
I had called ahead and set my appointment for 3 p.m.
(supposedly the last time slot available to donors) so I didn’t understand. It
turns out I was just late enough (seven minutes late because of a stalled big
rig on Central Expressway) to be rejected – and feel dejected.
Now, I am a firm believer in fate and am almost convinced
that this was God’s way of keeping me from harm, but who knows? Maybe I
should’ve left the office a little earlier. Either way, my adventures in
attempted blood donation continue. I plan to try again soon.
The good news is 41 people actually showed up – on time – to give
their blood.
Lindsay Irvin can be
reached by e-mail at lirvin@neighborsgo.com or call 469-330-5684.
MORE INFO
Want to learn more about donating
blood in McKinney?
Are you “too scared” to donate, but have always wanted to? Curious what the
guidelines are for donors? Need to know when and where to go? Look for my full
story in the Feb. 6
issue of McKinney
neighborsgo.
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