Donating My Soul For a Day

Today I donated plasma for the very first time in my life. I will admit that I was a bit nervous about the process of taking blood out of me and then putting it back in me because the first time even a sample of blood was taken from my arm, I passed out. I knew I would be taken care of properly, but being the first time, I didn’t know what to expect.

So what? It’s donating plasma. Thousands of people do it everyday. I’m not afraid of blood or needles. What do I need to be nervous for? Well, when all was said and done, I could physically feel a difference in my whole existence. I was exhausted for the rest of the day, and I had zero motivation to do anything. My boss asked me if I could possibly come into work because they were short-staffed. Nope, it is not happening today. Is this what it will be like every time I go to donate? I would like to think the answer would be “no”, but that remains to be seen. I’m not sure how I feel about another card being in my wallet either.

I guess I am just a skeptic that needs to be turned into a believer. I do need the extra money to help with my poor college student expenses, and I’m not one to quit on something after the first try. I do, however, need to schedule these appointments way in advance. I overheard the lady at the front desk say that they are booked all the way through Wednesday already. If this is something I want to do regularly, I have to get used to how things are done over there. I just really want to feel like I still have a soul after walking out of there next week.

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