One of my New Years resolutions (yes the ones I don't actually make) was to give blood this year. Giving blood is something I've been meaning to do for a while now, as I'm not someone who's particularly afraid of injections or needles in general. After having to have surgery last year, yes looking at you appendix, I really felt it was important to help others who are in a situation beyond their control. While I didn't have to have a transfusion, luckily this meant I could still donate my blood, if I did I would have relied on a stranger who'd donated out of the kindness of their own heart. This really inspired me to help, even in just a small way, the people who are in hospitals for emergencies that require a blood transfusion. Although after reading the leaflet I'm fully aware it could just go to be tested on and in the words of the infamous Jesse Pinkman:
The process was very quick and easy and it honestly took no longer than an hour all together. The longest part was sitting and drinking my juice!
I'll just give a quick rundown of what happened if anyone is interested. First of all I booked the appointment on the www.blood.co.uk website, I'd booked it for a few months in advance just so I could check all the information and that I would definitely be able to donate. Not weighing enough was a big concern of mine, but after scrutinsing the website thoroughly I discovered that my low BMI at the age of 15, was no longer an issue. Granted I learnt that 5 years ago while in a science lesson, but its better to be safe than sorry. Also, did you know that you can't donate if you've a had a piercing 4 months prior to your donation date? Well I certainly didn't. Thankfully, because I'd filled out the form before I'd turned up to my local donation centre, when I got there all I had to do was hand in my questionnaire and drink A LOT of lemon juice.
Then once my name was called, no longer than a few minutes was spent going through my questionnaire and checking my iron levels with a prick to the finger. This seriously hurt more than the needle going in my arm. Afterwards, I spent about 5 minutes waiting for name to be called up again, to which I was then escorted to a bed by a lovely nurse. They then asked me which arm I would prefer to use (the opposite of your writing arm) but since my body is awkward, even though I'm left handed they had use the vein on my right. There was some last minute checks, e.g. blood pressure, then the needle, which was a lot less painful than I expected, was put into my arm. I was told to tightly clench and release my fist repeatedly to keep the blood flowing and before I knew it.. "you're done!" The machine beeped, which I swear was after around two minutes of me laying there. I was unhooked from the machine told you go take another drink and eat a biscuit and I was finished.
It was honestly so quick and really easy, I was quite worried about feeling faint afterwards but thankfully this didn't happen. Then Vicky, minus one pint of blood, left the building.
The experience was actually something quite pleasant and it's something I'd definitely do again. If you're able to donate I seriously recommend you do, as I know many people who wish they could but aren't able to for various reasons. Is this guilt tripping? If it's coming across that way I really don't mean to haha! If you're scared of needles I 100% understand, but if you know someone who is thinking about it I'm sure it would be great if you could support them. I'll get my results back in a few weeks to see if I'm eligible to donate again and I really hope I'll be able to. If you have any other question about my experience then feel free to get in contact!
Victoria ♥


































