Blood Drives & Personal Victories
Motherhood is empowering.
This week, it inspired me to embrace the philosophy, “Do one thing every day that scares you.”
I will admit the “Do one thing every day that scares you” philosophy of self-improvement has never been one of my favorites. To me it seems you are basically deciding to live a life filled with anxiety, and who wants that?
Either way, I now feel safe in saying I think I’m good on “things that scare me” until, like, next Thursday, because today at lunch I donated blood for the first time in my thirty years and eleven months of existence.
Yes, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I have never donated blood. My entire life I’ve been super squeamish around all things medical, to the point where I’ve passed out at the doctor after a very basic procedure, and ALMOST passed out again years later at my dog’s veterinarian’s office when they were explaining an upcoming surgery. In a family full of medical professionals, this is a constant source of mockery.
When my office decided to host a blood drive this week, I saw an opportunity for redemption.
I figured, “Hey, if I can make it through labor, I can make it through donating blood.” Then I promptly put on my big girl panties and drove myself down to the Texas Blood Institute behind Aldi.
- The facility is very nice, comfortable, clean, with big TVs and recliners. If you’ve ever felt uneasy or claustrophic about the Blood Mobiles, this is the way to go.
- They have an AMAZING staff that is so helpful and kind and cheerful and totally distracts you from all that blood you feel queasy about.
- The actual donating part is only TEN MINUTES or less! My whole life I thought it took an hour of draining all that fluid, but it turns out they can’t even let you go longer than 15 minutes, no matter how slow that bag fills up.
- Eat a ROBUST MEAL before you donate. If you were to say, down a Cliff bar and a Mama Chia drink on your drive there, it’s not going to be enough to sustain you.
Yes, I did not eat nearly enough. So I spent approximately 7 minutes giving blood then and hour and a half lying with an ice pack on my neck and my feet up because I felt so lightheaded and woozy.
Lesson learned, but mission accomplished.
Teddy can continue to be proud to call me mom (you know, once he actual learns how to talk) and I can now treat him to a free visit to the OKC Zoo.
Hooray for personal victories!