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This past Tuesday, I went and donated platelets at a hospital. Basically, what they do is take some blood, spin it, drain off the platelets, then put the blood back in, take more blood, etc. I had been taking vitamins, exercising, eating a lot of healthy food; I shouldn't have any problems, eh? Since I had a full stomach and there wasn't much blood being taken from me, I shouldn't be woozy or anything.
So after two hours of this, I'm feeling okay. I leave, walk a block to the metro train station. As soon as I sit down to wait, I start to feel a little wobbly.
This woman start talking to me, the train pulls up. We get on the train, continue talking, everything goes dark. I wake up a few seconds later, the woman had had to grab me to keep me from falling off the seat. She asks me if I'm okay. I realize I'm going to throw up. About a minute or three later, we pull into the next station and I stumble off. I get to a trash can, puke my everloving guts out, crumple to my knees.
And here we have the suck. People walked past me as I'm weakly pleading for help. I just need to get to the surface so I can call my boyfriend to pick me up. Nothing. No one even looks at me. I thank God that I hadn't fallen and hit my head, because I probably would've been lying there for ages. And if I cut my head on the way down... keep in mind most of my platelets had just been drained off.
So I finally get the strength to drag myself upstairs. I call my boyfriend, then crawl onto a bench, praying it'll all be over soon. Again, people walk past, no one asks me if I'm okay. TWO COPS CARS DRIVE PAST. Nothing. I'm in a decent part of town(and I certainly don't look like a hobo or anything), and people can't even be bothered to see if I'm still alive.
My boyfriend gets there, carries me to the car because I can't even stand up, takes me home. He feeds me, covers me in a blanket(it's 90+ degrees and I was freezing), rubs my back. We figure I was suffering from shock. I do want to donate again, but I'm definitely asking the donation centre how this whole being deathly ill thing can be avoided. I'm perfectly fine now, but I've lost a LOT of faith in humanity. Thank you, Buffalo.
So after two hours of this, I'm feeling okay. I leave, walk a block to the metro train station. As soon as I sit down to wait, I start to feel a little wobbly.
This woman start talking to me, the train pulls up. We get on the train, continue talking, everything goes dark. I wake up a few seconds later, the woman had had to grab me to keep me from falling off the seat. She asks me if I'm okay. I realize I'm going to throw up. About a minute or three later, we pull into the next station and I stumble off. I get to a trash can, puke my everloving guts out, crumple to my knees.And here we have the suck. People walked past me as I'm weakly pleading for help. I just need to get to the surface so I can call my boyfriend to pick me up. Nothing. No one even looks at me. I thank God that I hadn't fallen and hit my head, because I probably would've been lying there for ages. And if I cut my head on the way down... keep in mind most of my platelets had just been drained off.
So I finally get the strength to drag myself upstairs. I call my boyfriend, then crawl onto a bench, praying it'll all be over soon. Again, people walk past, no one asks me if I'm okay. TWO COPS CARS DRIVE PAST. Nothing. I'm in a decent part of town(and I certainly don't look like a hobo or anything), and people can't even be bothered to see if I'm still alive.
My boyfriend gets there, carries me to the car because I can't even stand up, takes me home. He feeds me, covers me in a blanket(it's 90+ degrees and I was freezing), rubs my back. We figure I was suffering from shock. I do want to donate again, but I'm definitely asking the donation centre how this whole being deathly ill thing can be avoided. I'm perfectly fine now, but I've lost a LOT of faith in humanity. Thank you, Buffalo.
--- Sheldonrs
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