A short and sweet one then as apart from losing a pint of my own claret, this was probably the easiest challenge yet. I rolled into a primary school in Kentish town( that was where the blood donation was being held...I don't just wander round primary schools on the weekend.)feeling a tad apprehensive. I don't have a problem with needles or the sight of blood but tales of feinting after giving filled my head as I took my place in the queue. It wasn't helped by the table of "zombie" looking types munching on crisps and biscuits who had just donated. A friend who I haven't seen for a while happened to be at the table himself. This is a bloke who cycled to Paris for a laugh one weekend and goes to the gym more than I sleep but he was looking decidedly washed out. I was also taken aback by how medical the whole set up looked. I don't know what I was expecting but in my strange little mind I supposed I had pictured swanning in with a halo wrapped around my bald bonce, getting my finger pricked, and then gliding out, safe in the knowledge that I was a good,good person.Obviously the process of draining a good pint of blood takes a little more effort and after being tested for anemia( I'm already in the clear for aids, Result!)I was processed to wait for a bed. For those squeamish people amongst you look away now, here are a couple of snaps of me pre/post donation:
There we are then, job done!A pint of the finest Naylor juice donated and ready to roll. The actual procedure was very simple and just involved lying down for about five minutes.I was actually proud of how sufficiently manly I was after the blood giving and after a couple of biscuits I was soon sipping a lager with no side effects at all. On a serious note a bloke I chatted too told me that although over 10,000 pints of blood are needed every day only 7% of the people who are elligible to give blood actually do it. Get on it!
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