Miss Shell Shocked

After a long period of missing out on blood drives, I finally made it to the institute and proudly signed up to donate. I don't know what it is, but I love donating blood. It makes me feel somewhat useful and they even give you cookies and juice. Plus... who wouldn't want my blood? It's freaking inspirational. B positive. heh

Here is where the tragedy lies. I have smallish veins. No good for sticking things into. It's hilarious to watch each person that takes my blood feel for the vein, and then feel some more... and some more... and some more. Today the girl even had to bring someone else over to see if they could actually use it.

They usually ask for an arm preference, and I usually ask for the left arm(as I wouldn't have to use that one as much) So they begin, and they feel away for something to poke. They then have to switch over to check the right arm and proceed in the same manner. Or they might start out on the right arm and think hmmm... maybe the other arm is better, only to check it and decide that the right arm is their only chance. Now when they ask for an arm preference it just makes me smile.

However smallish my veins, I gave blood and gave it well. Y'argh, tis true.

This weekend at Utah State brought about a lot of revelations. One-- that people do really crazy things late at night. Two-- that taking pictures of the craziness makes it ten times better.