So I failed two times at donating blood because of varying mishap, and today earlier I got to the actual donating part of the process. They were going to fill a bag of 450 ml for hospital use, but I felt queasy from the start. My eyes started to haze out completely after a hundred ml, and the process was finally stopped at 120 ml.
Notes for next time:
Sleep more. I went to donate straight from work, I should have at least gone home to take a nap before donating. I wake up to work at about 4.30 am and really don’t go to sleep early enough in the evening, leaving only about 6 hours of sleeping time…
Eat better. I’m not going to skip breakfast next time. Actually I’ve been habitually skipping breakfast every day I’ve been working at this early bakery for the last three weeks. I ate some cake a few days ago and my stomach has been protesting it since.
Drink more. I took only about 2 dl worth of drink before donating. Next time I’m going to drink more and let it flow in the body for a while instead of rushing to the needle. The weather is really cold in Finland currently, around -25 Celcius in the mornings and about -20 Celcius during the day, which also dehydrates the body more than normal.
Don’t be so nervous. The first time jitters maybe had something to do with it. I have enough self-control to keep the panic in check, which I did after the bile creeped up my throat as the blood started to flow out, but I can’t do anything about it if I lose consciousness.
I don’t know whether to mark this as successfully ‘completed’ or let it become ‘failed’ as the time for the personal challenge runs out in just a few days. I did donate 120 ml of blood, but it of course went down the drain immediately afterwards. The next time is in two months, and I’m going to try again with better preparations.
If I described my feelings in one word after this (smaller) donation, I think I’d pick ‘light.’ Relaxed in a way I didn’t think was possible. My grandpa had a problem with the iron level in his blood, which made it necessary for him to donate regularly. I don’t have quite so high hemoglobin levels, but even after these weeks of lacking sleep and proper dining habits, I had 165 last week and 163 this week – it was about 175-180 when it was measured ten years ago. Donating should be a good idea with blood like that, so the body can sometimes get to use more ‘diluted’ blood. I still don’t know what my blood type is, maybe I’ll go and ask for it next Friday. Knowing my luck they’ve probably trashed all the blood samples I gave them.
As an afterthought, maybe my own actions caused problems with the donating. They said to clench my arm every once in a while to keep the blood flowing, but for some reason I kept clenching it constantly. This might have made the blood go out too fast.
