Saturday, May 13, 2006
So, before I knew I was expecting Boy, I thought I'd do something good for everyone, and give blood. I signed up to have letters sent to me reminding me of the next blood donation spot or whatever it's called, and never went. I felt bad. They ended up sending me a video and reminders almost every week - it seemed a desperate attempt to get more blood donors. Anyway, I had to call them up and tell them 'I'm so sorry, but I'm pregnant now' and thus, couldn't give blood. Hadn't thought anymore of it. Until I went into hospital and every other person who entered my room wanted to poke me with a needle to monitor my blood sugar levels or for blood samples, or even worse - to change my IV (again and again and again). It turns out I have small, crap veins which are no good for any of these things. Every day they needed a blood sample (to monitor pancreatic enzymes apparently, unless I'm wrong which is a possibility) and everyday, the nurse or doctor or whoever had to try at least two, sometimes three times to get a decent amount of blood. My arms are all bruised now from their attempts. As of now, I'm now declaring myself allergic to needles.