"Ma,am, I just have a few questions before we start."
Josh and I were giving blood, and I guess there's a huge process to go through before actually pricking your arm and drawing your blood.
Actually, no, I take that back. It's not normally a huge process. Josh was in his private room for less than five minutes, and then he was off to a new chair to get his blood drawn. Easy peasy for Josh.
For me, however, it was a huge process (as most things are with me).
First there was the problem of me getting my ear pierced two days prior. This question/answer session lasted about five minutes. "Where did you get it pierced? What was the name of the studio? Was it a sterile environment? (Dear God, I hope so!) Where on your body did you get pierced? Do you have the number of the place? Where is Kearney?"
I passed that test, and after searching through her notebook, she determined that since I only got my ear pierced, and since it was a sterile environment, I was okay to give blood.
And then there's this little thing my mom passed on to me called Factor V Leiden Mutation. It's a blood disorder. I inherited it. Apparently since I have a blood disorder, that plays a roll in determining if I can donate blood or not. (Had I thought about it prior, I wouldn't have even tried to give blood, but I didn't even think about it until I was walking into the private room for questioning).
After asking me a million questions about Factor V, she left the room for nearly 10 minutes before finally coming back to tell me she
thought it was okay to donate since I'd never had any problems with Factor V.
But then she had one more question for me. "I have to ask you this because I'm concerned. Have you been drinking today?"
I was shocked. No, I had most certainly NOT been drinking. Josh had been at school, and I had slept in, cleaned his apartment, gone to the grocery store, made lunch, eaten lunch when Josh got home, and played on the computer. Not an ounce of alcohol had been consumed, and the fact that she was asking such a question threw me for such a loop, that I could barely answer her.
"Do I smell like alcohol?!?!"
"Well, yes you do, and I'm very concerned about you. You could get very sick, you could pass out, your blood is much thinner when you're drinking, and I can't possibly take your blood if you've been drinking."
"I have not been drinking. I assure you. You can ask my boyfriend." (And then I made a mental note to NEVER wear my perfume again because that's the only logical reason I could find as to why I smelled like alcohol.)
I could tell she didn't believe me. She stared at me. I could see her trying to process whether she should take my blood or send me home. I stared back without blinking. I was offended. I was shocked. I was a little bit angry.
Finally she said, "I need you to promise me you're not going to pass out."
"I promise I won't pass out." (But in my head I was thinking, I don't know if that's a good promise to make. I had never given blood before, so I wasn't sure how my body was going to react.)
After 20 minutes in my private room, I was finally deemed acceptable to donate blood, despite my piercing, my blood disorder, and the suspicion of me drinking. By the time I got to the blood donation chair, Josh was already done giving blood.
She hooked me up, and the blood starting oozing out of my arm. I felt fine. She hovered over my like a mother with a newborn baby. She asked over a dozen times if I felt okay.
When it was all said and done, she told Josh to take very good care of me and to watch me carefully. She helped me stand up. She held my arm as I walked to the door (I felt perfectly fine, by the way). She asked me again if I felt okay. I assured her I was fine. She studied me. She let go of my arm. Josh and I left, each missing a pint of blood.
As we walked to the car, I told Josh the story. He said, "That explains why she was hovering over you and asking you so many questions. No one cared about me, but she sure did watch you carefully."
I'm still a bit offended about it, but at least Josh and I did our Civic Duty :) And I found out I'm O Positive.