I'm not a big baby when it comes to needles and blood. Things like this don't bother me, in fact things with the human body really fascinate me. Although, for some reason the idea of giving blood always has made me squirm. Chris goes all the time and thinks nothing of it, but for me I just could never bring myself to do it. There was one time that he really pushed me to give blood at the local Walmart so I agreed to just hush him up. As we rode in the car I prayed the whole way there that it would be closed and I wouldn't have to face the giant needle. To the wonder of a great God my prayers worked and the blood mobile was closed, but my punishment for wishing such awful thoughts was a face full of hives! I had worked myself up so much that I actually gave myself a rash...how juvenile. So, this week when Chris saw the sign for a local blood drive this Sunday on the marquee of his grandparents church I just knew that he would want to go. This morning went like usual, we got up and went to church and then headed out to get lunch and shop. At about noon he mentioned that he wanted to go by the church and donate blood. After the last episode my husband has now stopped asking if I want to donate and just goes himself, so to his surprise to day I said I wanted to go too. I know he thought for sure we were going to have a repeat of the last time, but for some reason I felt led to give...that is until I searched on my phone for what to expect when donating blood. Darn, easy access to the web! I did have a twitch of nervousness and I did have a moment that if we didn't give I'd be ok, but Chris kept driving and I knew that I need to suck it up and just do it. After the initial shock of walking into the bus and seeing all of these people laying there with their arms out I did fine. Once me and Roseanne (not so nice blood drive paper lady) got all the legalities (drugs, sex, malaria, etc.) out of the way it wasn't so bad. When I was done I found comfort making faces and watching Chris through the door window in his little room. He too was dealing with Roseanne who had just pricked his finger to check his iron. As silly as it seems I felt a weird connection to the man in the window, who had just received his band for his finger. Although he was my husband, I found comfort knowing that what I was about to do I was going to do it with him. He and I would share the same battle. I know it sounds crazy, I was just giving blood, but it's really what I felt. I love that guy!! Now, to the good stuff...laying in those snazzy seats. Chris and I were right across from one another head to feet and I kept telling him I wanted a chair like that to take home and watch movies in. They were great! I'm telling you if the Red Cross marketed them they'd make money. Overall, giving blood was a piece of cake. My phlebotomist was great, never felt the needle go in and the time blew by. Once again, my husband pushed me to try something new and it wasn't bad at all. Thanks Chris for pushing me and being such a great human being. I love you and look up to you and am very proud that you're mine!
To everyone else...GO GIVE BLOOD!! SAVE A LIFE AND DON'T FORGET TO GET YOUR FREE SNACKS AT THE END!! :)
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