steellynx91
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joined Dec 2010
I’ve donated blood maybe seven or eight times in total, but I have to say, I felt genuinely insulted by the way things were handled during my last donation about two years ago. It went something like this: first, there was all this massive media hype about a critical blood shortage. So, I headed out in my city to find the local blood center, which was a struggle in itself because they had moved since my last visit and hadn't posted any signs anywhere. To make matters worse, I got caught in a downpour on the way. Once I finally arrived, I sat there waiting quite a while before anyone even showed up—where was all that "emergency" urgency they were talking about? When someone did appear, they just gave me a grumpy direction on where to go. I handed over my donor card and made sure to mention that they hadn't recorded my last three donations, which they really should have done. The doctor checked their database and promised she would update it. She took a finger prick test, and then handed me that infamous questionnaire—the one filled with those overly intimate questions asking if I'm gay or if I have multiple partners, and so on. Honestly, it feels so pointless; if someone actually intended to pass on an infection, a set of intrusive questions isn't going to stop them... 🙄 It wasn't always like this. Moving on. In an atmosphere of general laziness—where it felt like I was interrupting their coffee break or whatever else they were idling through (despite the supposed "crisis")—I finally sat down in the donor chair and let the blood flow into the bag. By some strange coincidence, there was another donor there who seemed much more interesting to the nurse, as she spent the whole time chatting with him. She probably should have been keeping an eye on the process instead... instead, she just looked at me once and told me I looked pale! Well, of course I looked pale; I was soaked from the rain and frustrated with the whole ordeal! How ridiculous. She ought to look in a mirror herself... 😠
When I was leaving, my donor card was waiting for me at the exit. And wouldn't you know it, they still hadn't recorded the donation, let alone the previous ones. The doctor had vanished, of course, leaving nothing but a janitor standing there.
And now, the epilogue.
Since then, they have called my cell phone at least ten times—they obviously grabbed my number during that last visit—telling me there's a massive crisis, that they are desperately short of my specific blood type, and that I absolutely MUST come in urgently to donate. I usually tell them I'll be there, but then I simply don't show up. The whole way they handle things feels disrespectful. There was a time when blood donors were treated with actual dignity, and I used to walk away feeling good, knowing I had truly done something meaningful...