My Ⅳᵗʰ Blood Donation

The blood donation centre was full. It was literally standing-room only, with those of us waiting our turn stood around until a cheap plastic chair became available.

Perhaps it was delays. Perhaps there had been an urgent call for blood. Perhaps the events in Ukraine spurred people to donate.

Perhaps, even subconsciously, it feels like a good time to donate what you can, ensure the reserves are fully stocked, and - selfishly - make a deposit at the Karma bank?

Just before the needle pierced my skin, a cheer went up. A nurse announced that one of our fellows was about to start his one-hundredth donation!

I still have some way to go - although my next donation will net me a bronze donor's card. A few more after that and I'll get a certificate. But, in truth, a good deed is its own reward. Plus a free biscuit and a packet of crisps. What more could you ask for?

It was over before I knew it. Honestly, the worst thing about it is the fingerprick test to make sure your iron levels are OK. It stings for a bit, but it's the feeling of them milking the blood out of the finger which really creeps me out.

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