The process was fast and easy, with minimal wait time. The whole staff was helpful, motivated and knowledgeable and were able to answer all of my questions. I would definitely donate again!
Benjamin Munschy
BMB Major
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
So, Why did you Donate Today?
My name's Suraj Naik, and I donate blood.
The first time I donated I was 17, 6-foot-1, and 140 pounds. Exactly. I felt a little lightheaded after that donation, but the entire process was markedly painless - an unexpected result. The girl who walked me to the mats was pretty cute, and I had a conversation with a couple of our school's football players while trying to stay awake. Somehow, it certainly gave me the impetus to do it again.
When I began donating, I rarely if ever thought of a legitimate reason to give blood. People need blood via accidents, transfusions, surgeries, and other procedures. I have plenty - ok, well, not that much, but enough to spare for a few others - thus, I donate. There's also free food and drinks. I mean, what other reasons are there?
Then I came to Penn State in Fall of 2007. That semester I donated two times (at a much healthier weight of 170), but it wasn't until I discovered something called THON that I finally encountered the primary reason I and thousands like me donate every 56 days.
Fast forward to my first canning trip in October, about a week or two following the blood donation. I went with an organization that was not the Student Red Cross Club (SRCC), the group that I now consistently can with every opportunity I get. Before this trip, I learned a few things here and there about THON and the Hershey Medical Foundation. At this point, the Four DIamonds Fund was an unknown entity. I was seriously misinformed. After two days of eight-hour marathons of money collection, I slept about twenty hours on Sunday night and missed my first class the next morning (Nutrition 251 was the bane of my existence that semester). I endured it for the sake of actually getting to know the people of the organization, and as a result, I created a solid group of friends (who have all graduated, but whatever).
A couple canning trips later in the next semester, I met my first THON family. We canned on a Saturday in the middle of the awesome January weather, and on The organization's THON child packed a punch - literally. She was (and still is) learning karate, and to be honest, she could kick my butt with little trouble even at age 11, when we last met. Her parents were pretty much opposites. The mother had no issue talking to every kid who walked through the door. The father had trouble starting conversations, but he could talk football all day long. As for the girl, I knew little about what she went through, how she felt, and why this one kid was able to receive a Penn State family among the hundreds of thousands of others who are inflicted with the disease.
After another donation and a little talk with a couple of the members of the SRCC (i.e. forced coercion to reveal vital personal information that will likely turn up on some Facebook post 24 hours before I get my next job), I learned even more about what happened with my donations. Donations help everyone who suffers from diseases, not just people who suffered an accident or an injury here or there. I understood that to an extent but not to any degree that would make me motivated to keep giving. They can only be kept for so long - hence, the reason "shortages" may not seem like shortages, but are still shortages (get it?). With an A-positive blood, my blood was not in that high demand, but they still didn't refuse me because all blood types really are needed. Again, I kind of understood this stuff - more smalltalk.
Then came THON weekend. I was expecting a fair or carnival-type atmosphere; What I got was a celebration, concert, pep rally, and memory service all in one. Insanity may be the best word to describe it. Pure mayhem. Hundreds of people fitted on the BJC floor partying as they energize themselves for 46 hours of nonstop everything. Beefed-up jocks helping the tiniest kids. Sorority girls being far more friendly than I remember the people who had described them to me. I was not expecting that.
And I certainly was not expecting a useful lesson on blood and blood donations. That happened at the most unforgettable moment. Family Hour. 1 hour before the end. The most painstaking hour of my time at Penn State. A slideshow depicted all the cancer patients who passed away in between the previous THON and the current one - dry eyes were absent. Faces and names kept passing. Tears kept falling. People held arms. Others looked to the floor. Every single one knew the importance of what they were witnessing.
Then came the one man who really gave me THE reason to donate. I don't remember his name, but I remember his message. The blood lost. The fear. The agony. The sheer about of days staying by his daughter's hospital bed praying, wondering, fuming, crying - any emotion that decided to find its way out of his body was wriggling out. Those days he talked about how she constantly needed attention, hope, and just as importantly, blood. Cancer patients need blood, and her system constantly required more and more as the treatments got more invasive and painful. Unfortunately, she didn't win her battle. It was eye-opening. I could see how jst one pint of my blood would be the difference between a cancer patient living or dying - a frightening thought. I wanted to donate more often. Her father said he couldn't save his daughter, but I know his words saved a few lives in the future that day.
Then a year ago I sat in the house of Gabe Angus. Ok, he's the THON child, but he pretty much owns the house so let's leave it at that. The weeked of my 11th(?) or 12th(?) canning trip was just beginning. We reached the house on Friday night and had a couple confrontations regarding how some cars forgot to get food before reaching the house and how those cars suck and whatever. All that was irrelevant. Gabe's mom, Connie, knew what was important. Late that night when we were all prepared to encounter the next day of December snow. I already knew the speil about how we help, and how blood helps, etc. (I didn't need to pat myself on the back considering I do that plenty anyway). Taking us aside, Gabe's mother gave us the most important story she could.
The hell that Gabe suffered.
She discussed his procedures, his friends, and how his nurse became an important part of his life - cute but sad at the same time. He developed a need for blood, and though I felt I was experiencing deja vu with the man who spoke before thousands at the BJC three years earlier, this time the speaker was mere feet from me, talking to fewer than 40 volunteers. She gave me a clearer picture of the daily grind, but the family was just as concered about the tens of hundreds of others suffering in that building. The kids younger than Gabe who barely knew anything aside from cancer. The families who never anticipated how pain could come without a single touch. She spoke about what we did for the community, and how we consistently get blood for the people who need it is just as important as donating.
Motivation? Hardly. There doesn't exist a word strong enough to describe how THON and the THON families have converted me from a "blood donor" to someone who understands that a "donation" covers far more than one word can possibly encaptitulate. Every 90-pound girl who passes out after each donation understands it. The person who waits two hours in the HUB for ten minutes at the canteen understands it. Every single member who makes the Student Red Cross Club the organization it is right now understands it.
I've discovered that it's now a little harder to tell a blood drive volunteer the answer to, "Why do you donate?"
The first time I donated I was 17, 6-foot-1, and 140 pounds. Exactly. I felt a little lightheaded after that donation, but the entire process was markedly painless - an unexpected result. The girl who walked me to the mats was pretty cute, and I had a conversation with a couple of our school's football players while trying to stay awake. Somehow, it certainly gave me the impetus to do it again.
When I began donating, I rarely if ever thought of a legitimate reason to give blood. People need blood via accidents, transfusions, surgeries, and other procedures. I have plenty - ok, well, not that much, but enough to spare for a few others - thus, I donate. There's also free food and drinks. I mean, what other reasons are there?
Then I came to Penn State in Fall of 2007. That semester I donated two times (at a much healthier weight of 170), but it wasn't until I discovered something called THON that I finally encountered the primary reason I and thousands like me donate every 56 days.
Fast forward to my first canning trip in October, about a week or two following the blood donation. I went with an organization that was not the Student Red Cross Club (SRCC), the group that I now consistently can with every opportunity I get. Before this trip, I learned a few things here and there about THON and the Hershey Medical Foundation. At this point, the Four DIamonds Fund was an unknown entity. I was seriously misinformed. After two days of eight-hour marathons of money collection, I slept about twenty hours on Sunday night and missed my first class the next morning (Nutrition 251 was the bane of my existence that semester). I endured it for the sake of actually getting to know the people of the organization, and as a result, I created a solid group of friends (who have all graduated, but whatever).
A couple canning trips later in the next semester, I met my first THON family. We canned on a Saturday in the middle of the awesome January weather, and on The organization's THON child packed a punch - literally. She was (and still is) learning karate, and to be honest, she could kick my butt with little trouble even at age 11, when we last met. Her parents were pretty much opposites. The mother had no issue talking to every kid who walked through the door. The father had trouble starting conversations, but he could talk football all day long. As for the girl, I knew little about what she went through, how she felt, and why this one kid was able to receive a Penn State family among the hundreds of thousands of others who are inflicted with the disease.
After another donation and a little talk with a couple of the members of the SRCC (i.e. forced coercion to reveal vital personal information that will likely turn up on some Facebook post 24 hours before I get my next job), I learned even more about what happened with my donations. Donations help everyone who suffers from diseases, not just people who suffered an accident or an injury here or there. I understood that to an extent but not to any degree that would make me motivated to keep giving. They can only be kept for so long - hence, the reason "shortages" may not seem like shortages, but are still shortages (get it?). With an A-positive blood, my blood was not in that high demand, but they still didn't refuse me because all blood types really are needed. Again, I kind of understood this stuff - more smalltalk.
Then came THON weekend. I was expecting a fair or carnival-type atmosphere; What I got was a celebration, concert, pep rally, and memory service all in one. Insanity may be the best word to describe it. Pure mayhem. Hundreds of people fitted on the BJC floor partying as they energize themselves for 46 hours of nonstop everything. Beefed-up jocks helping the tiniest kids. Sorority girls being far more friendly than I remember the people who had described them to me. I was not expecting that.
And I certainly was not expecting a useful lesson on blood and blood donations. That happened at the most unforgettable moment. Family Hour. 1 hour before the end. The most painstaking hour of my time at Penn State. A slideshow depicted all the cancer patients who passed away in between the previous THON and the current one - dry eyes were absent. Faces and names kept passing. Tears kept falling. People held arms. Others looked to the floor. Every single one knew the importance of what they were witnessing.
Then came the one man who really gave me THE reason to donate. I don't remember his name, but I remember his message. The blood lost. The fear. The agony. The sheer about of days staying by his daughter's hospital bed praying, wondering, fuming, crying - any emotion that decided to find its way out of his body was wriggling out. Those days he talked about how she constantly needed attention, hope, and just as importantly, blood. Cancer patients need blood, and her system constantly required more and more as the treatments got more invasive and painful. Unfortunately, she didn't win her battle. It was eye-opening. I could see how jst one pint of my blood would be the difference between a cancer patient living or dying - a frightening thought. I wanted to donate more often. Her father said he couldn't save his daughter, but I know his words saved a few lives in the future that day.
Then a year ago I sat in the house of Gabe Angus. Ok, he's the THON child, but he pretty much owns the house so let's leave it at that. The weeked of my 11th(?) or 12th(?) canning trip was just beginning. We reached the house on Friday night and had a couple confrontations regarding how some cars forgot to get food before reaching the house and how those cars suck and whatever. All that was irrelevant. Gabe's mom, Connie, knew what was important. Late that night when we were all prepared to encounter the next day of December snow. I already knew the speil about how we help, and how blood helps, etc. (I didn't need to pat myself on the back considering I do that plenty anyway). Taking us aside, Gabe's mother gave us the most important story she could.
The hell that Gabe suffered.
She discussed his procedures, his friends, and how his nurse became an important part of his life - cute but sad at the same time. He developed a need for blood, and though I felt I was experiencing deja vu with the man who spoke before thousands at the BJC three years earlier, this time the speaker was mere feet from me, talking to fewer than 40 volunteers. She gave me a clearer picture of the daily grind, but the family was just as concered about the tens of hundreds of others suffering in that building. The kids younger than Gabe who barely knew anything aside from cancer. The families who never anticipated how pain could come without a single touch. She spoke about what we did for the community, and how we consistently get blood for the people who need it is just as important as donating.
Motivation? Hardly. There doesn't exist a word strong enough to describe how THON and the THON families have converted me from a "blood donor" to someone who understands that a "donation" covers far more than one word can possibly encaptitulate. Every 90-pound girl who passes out after each donation understands it. The person who waits two hours in the HUB for ten minutes at the canteen understands it. Every single member who makes the Student Red Cross Club the organization it is right now understands it.
I've discovered that it's now a little harder to tell a blood drive volunteer the answer to, "Why do you donate?"
4th Time's the Charm?
Hi! My name is Emily Dong; I was last year's Donor Retention Chair for the Student Red Cross Club, and I'm acting as the Sponsorship Officer this year. I donated blood for the first time in high school, and I've been trying to donate as regularly as I can since then. I went to China this past summer and hiked the Great Wall, which was an awesome experience, but unfortunately defers me from donating blood for a year because of the risk of malaria in that region of China. I had a feeling that I'd be deferred for travel reasons when I got back, so I wanted to donate blood again before I left. My blood iron level tends to be just short of the cutoff, so I get deferred a lot, but I didn't expect it to take me the entire summer to be able to finally donate. It took me four tries and three iron deferrals (and eating lots of beef) before I finally succeeded. So to those of you with insanely high blood iron levels (can I borrow some please?), keep on donating! And to those of you with omg-seriously-I'm-only-off-by-0.2 g/dL?!?! blood iron levels, keep on trying!
Caroline Pember's Donation Experience
Hi, I am Caroline Pember, the Student Red Cross Club Secretary for the 2011-2012 school year! I started donating blood when I was 17 in High School. My High School held a blood drive one day and it seemed like everyone was donating to get out of class... and to be honest that's a big reason why I donated. I mean, yes I knew it was a good thing to do, but I never really realized how important donating blood is until I got to Penn State in my Freshman year. Nothing really crazy happened when I donated. I felt a slight prick and there was barely any pain at all. I got to stay at the canteen, eat and socialize as long as I wanted.
Fast forward to the beginning of my freshman year, I constantly saw signs for blood drives. I figured, since I donated before, I could do it again... Plus, it seems like they really need people to donate. So, I went to Pollock Commons to donate blood for the second time. I ended up feeling the same way that I had after my first donation. Donating wasn't hard.. it was a piece of cake (Which Is was I got a the canteen that day after I donated... well, maybe it was cookies, but I though that was fitting :)) Though I felt the finger prick a bit, It was nothing to really worry about.
At that point, I thought, "Well, cool. I get to eat cookies and other fun treats for laying down, donating blood, for less than 10 minutes! Sounds good to me!" So, I continued to donate and eventually joined the Student Red Cross Club at Penn State and realized just how important donating blood is. Yeah, I knew donating blood could help save lives. What I didn't know is how much blood is needed CONSTANTLY. I realized that so many people need blood- from cancer patients, to victims of car accidents, to premie babies, etc. People in car (or other) accidents coul potentially need 100 units of blood (that's 100 people's donations!!!) WOW. What's even crazier to think about is that every two seconds, someone needs blood. Because of this constant need for blood, we need people to consistantly give blood who are able. I am so passionate about blood donation for these reasons, but I am even more passionate about donating because I actually know people who have needed blood transfusions to save their lives-- my THON children, Gabe and Fisher. Actually seeing these kids having fun and enjoying life now, knowing that they were hurting for many months/ years, makes me want to help others that are like them- that are not doing too well.
Donating blood had been a great experience for me not only because of the free food (HUB Peanutbutter cookies!!) but because I know that I am helping someone- potentially saving their life.
Fast forward to the beginning of my freshman year, I constantly saw signs for blood drives. I figured, since I donated before, I could do it again... Plus, it seems like they really need people to donate. So, I went to Pollock Commons to donate blood for the second time. I ended up feeling the same way that I had after my first donation. Donating wasn't hard.. it was a piece of cake (Which Is was I got a the canteen that day after I donated... well, maybe it was cookies, but I though that was fitting :)) Though I felt the finger prick a bit, It was nothing to really worry about.
At that point, I thought, "Well, cool. I get to eat cookies and other fun treats for laying down, donating blood, for less than 10 minutes! Sounds good to me!" So, I continued to donate and eventually joined the Student Red Cross Club at Penn State and realized just how important donating blood is. Yeah, I knew donating blood could help save lives. What I didn't know is how much blood is needed CONSTANTLY. I realized that so many people need blood- from cancer patients, to victims of car accidents, to premie babies, etc. People in car (or other) accidents coul potentially need 100 units of blood (that's 100 people's donations!!!) WOW. What's even crazier to think about is that every two seconds, someone needs blood. Because of this constant need for blood, we need people to consistantly give blood who are able. I am so passionate about blood donation for these reasons, but I am even more passionate about donating because I actually know people who have needed blood transfusions to save their lives-- my THON children, Gabe and Fisher. Actually seeing these kids having fun and enjoying life now, knowing that they were hurting for many months/ years, makes me want to help others that are like them- that are not doing too well.
Donating blood had been a great experience for me not only because of the free food (HUB Peanutbutter cookies!!) but because I know that I am helping someone- potentially saving their life.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Community Donor Stories
Check out these donor stories, submitted by everyday people who take the time out of their day to donate blood and help save a life :)
http://www.redcrossblood.org/donating-blood/donor-community/donor-stories
http://www.redcrossblood.org/donating-blood/donor-community/donor-stories
Second Time's The Charm
The first time I donated blood was at my high school. Despite a fear of needles, I wanted to help out with the cause. However, I had trouble getting past my fear and during my donation I became very upset.
Still wanting to help out and get over my fear, I promised myself I would try again the next opportunity I could. After graduation that year, I began my first semester at Penn State during the summer. Half way through, I happened to be walking through the HUB and right past a blood drive. I walked right in, knowing if I made an appointment ahead of time, I would back out beforehand due to my nerves. It was the best decision I could have made.
The volunteers at the blood drive, all members of Penn State's Student Red Cross Club, welcomed me and offered to help me in any way they could. I asked one of the girls to stay by my bed and talk to me while I donated so I wouldn't think about it too much and psych myself out. Not only did she take the time out of her day to stay and talk to me, but she hold my hand during the entire thing. I still jokingly tell her that I think she saved my life that day. Her presence kept me calm and I was able to get through my own fears and help save someone elses' life.
10 donations later, I'm still donating blood every 56 days and I still love to have someone hold my hand. I keep donating because it is the best feeling ever knowing I am only taking an hour out of my life to potentially save three lives. Over the past four years at Penn State, I have met so many amazing volunteers, employees of the American Red Cross, and donor recipients. Each of them has touched my life in some way and I am inspired by the individuals and families I have met whose lives have been saved from blood donations. Although, my first experience wasn't the best, I am so happy I took a chance and tried again. As I said before, it was the best decision I could have made.
Please give donating blood a chance. Help save a life.
Julie Agee
Vice President, Penn State Student Red Cross Club
Still wanting to help out and get over my fear, I promised myself I would try again the next opportunity I could. After graduation that year, I began my first semester at Penn State during the summer. Half way through, I happened to be walking through the HUB and right past a blood drive. I walked right in, knowing if I made an appointment ahead of time, I would back out beforehand due to my nerves. It was the best decision I could have made.
The volunteers at the blood drive, all members of Penn State's Student Red Cross Club, welcomed me and offered to help me in any way they could. I asked one of the girls to stay by my bed and talk to me while I donated so I wouldn't think about it too much and psych myself out. Not only did she take the time out of her day to stay and talk to me, but she hold my hand during the entire thing. I still jokingly tell her that I think she saved my life that day. Her presence kept me calm and I was able to get through my own fears and help save someone elses' life.
10 donations later, I'm still donating blood every 56 days and I still love to have someone hold my hand. I keep donating because it is the best feeling ever knowing I am only taking an hour out of my life to potentially save three lives. Over the past four years at Penn State, I have met so many amazing volunteers, employees of the American Red Cross, and donor recipients. Each of them has touched my life in some way and I am inspired by the individuals and families I have met whose lives have been saved from blood donations. Although, my first experience wasn't the best, I am so happy I took a chance and tried again. As I said before, it was the best decision I could have made.
Please give donating blood a chance. Help save a life.
Julie Agee
Vice President, Penn State Student Red Cross Club
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
My Blood Donation Story
Back in high school, when I turned 16, one of the first things I wanted to do was donate blood. There were blood donating events every few months in my school, so it wouldn't have been a problem for me to get access. The only thing stopping me was my mom; she didn't let me. I was an athlete, and she didn't want me fainting during practice. I was really disappointed because I'm always all about helping out others and I'd always see my friends skipping class to donate blood, and of course, get free food, and I felt like I was missing out on something that I should at least attempt and experience.
I came to Penn State, and I've noticed there frequently has been blood donations going on, but I always just passed by the tables. But when the whole PSU vs MSU thing started, that's when I felt my cue was. Of course I donated blood because I've always wanted to; hey, it's college, that means independence right? Trying new things? Which means my mom actually doesn't know that I donated blood... but another few reasons why I wanted to donate blood was because of free t-shirts, free pizza, and I wanted to be a part of something to beat MSU. You see, my older brother's a Michigan State student.
The first week went by and I didn't/couldn't donate. I went the whole week making up excuses; I had to workout that day or go to dance practice. But there was a day when my friend and I were going to donate, but we just never did because we had to study. Then I told myself, next week, I'm gonna do it. Sunday night I made an appointment to donate and Monday came. I asked my friend if he could come with me because I was super nervous for some reason. I'm not scared of needles nor blood. My friend said he would come with me.
On the way to the HUB to donate, I was telling him how scared I was and he told me things would be okay. I was still a little nervous.
I have this habit of dancing to my ipod in the middle of the street, which is exactly what I did.
My friend and I are both dancers, so he joined in as well.
We ended up having a mini jam session in the lawn next to Thomas.
After that, I wasn't nervous at all.
Got to the HUB, checked-in, read the packet, got my free tshirt [yessssss it's so pretty], went in, waited, got called, sat down with the doctor, he snapped some type of needle on my arm and took a drop of my blood which hurt like a beast, and he actually told me that that was the worst part of the whole process, answered 50 questions, waited, he escorted me to my little bed.
I lied down and put my headphones on, and I asked my friend if I could hold his hand.
Few minutes went by, the doctor put the needle in, it hurt but the pain went away.
I was lying there and got bored quickly, so of course I started dancing..but you can't really dance while you're lying down..so I was wiggling..more like.
A few minutes after that, my friend decided to pull out his camera and start taking pictures of me donating blood.
Then my doctor asked if we'd like him to take a picture of us, and we thought, why not.
My friend gave the doctor his camera, and what was supposed to be just one picture turned out to a whole photo shoot.
I was lying there, having my blood sucked out of me, while the doctor was saying "work it for the camera."
Definitely made me less freaked out about the whole blood donating thing.
Then my friend and I played a game..and that helped time pass by too.
About 10 minutes later, it was over.
I just wanted the needle to be pulled out because that's the only thing I hate about needles; it hurts.
My doctor told me I shouldn't work out nor dance for the rest of the day..and I thought he was crazy.
He escorted me to the food tables, which was very rewarding, I must say.
Those cookies were SOOO GOOODDD!!! and the volunteers kept asking me if I was okay and if I wanted anything else to eat.
I felt special.
I looked at the club list they gave me, and I saw 2 names from the people in my club - RAM Squad
I put down my name and put a smiley next to it, and my friend called me a weirdo.
Overall, it was an awesome experience and I'm glad I finally got to do it!
Thanks to the awesome doctor I had, and the volunteers for being so friendly. All the help made everything so much easier for me :]
I came to Penn State, and I've noticed there frequently has been blood donations going on, but I always just passed by the tables. But when the whole PSU vs MSU thing started, that's when I felt my cue was. Of course I donated blood because I've always wanted to; hey, it's college, that means independence right? Trying new things? Which means my mom actually doesn't know that I donated blood... but another few reasons why I wanted to donate blood was because of free t-shirts, free pizza, and I wanted to be a part of something to beat MSU. You see, my older brother's a Michigan State student.
The first week went by and I didn't/couldn't donate. I went the whole week making up excuses; I had to workout that day or go to dance practice. But there was a day when my friend and I were going to donate, but we just never did because we had to study. Then I told myself, next week, I'm gonna do it. Sunday night I made an appointment to donate and Monday came. I asked my friend if he could come with me because I was super nervous for some reason. I'm not scared of needles nor blood. My friend said he would come with me.
On the way to the HUB to donate, I was telling him how scared I was and he told me things would be okay. I was still a little nervous.
I have this habit of dancing to my ipod in the middle of the street, which is exactly what I did.
My friend and I are both dancers, so he joined in as well.
We ended up having a mini jam session in the lawn next to Thomas.
After that, I wasn't nervous at all.
Got to the HUB, checked-in, read the packet, got my free tshirt [yessssss it's so pretty], went in, waited, got called, sat down with the doctor, he snapped some type of needle on my arm and took a drop of my blood which hurt like a beast, and he actually told me that that was the worst part of the whole process, answered 50 questions, waited, he escorted me to my little bed.
I lied down and put my headphones on, and I asked my friend if I could hold his hand.
Few minutes went by, the doctor put the needle in, it hurt but the pain went away.
I was lying there and got bored quickly, so of course I started dancing..but you can't really dance while you're lying down..so I was wiggling..more like.
A few minutes after that, my friend decided to pull out his camera and start taking pictures of me donating blood.
Then my doctor asked if we'd like him to take a picture of us, and we thought, why not.
My friend gave the doctor his camera, and what was supposed to be just one picture turned out to a whole photo shoot.
I was lying there, having my blood sucked out of me, while the doctor was saying "work it for the camera."
Definitely made me less freaked out about the whole blood donating thing.
Then my friend and I played a game..and that helped time pass by too.
About 10 minutes later, it was over.
I just wanted the needle to be pulled out because that's the only thing I hate about needles; it hurts.
My doctor told me I shouldn't work out nor dance for the rest of the day..and I thought he was crazy.
He escorted me to the food tables, which was very rewarding, I must say.
Those cookies were SOOO GOOODDD!!! and the volunteers kept asking me if I was okay and if I wanted anything else to eat.
I felt special.
I looked at the club list they gave me, and I saw 2 names from the people in my club - RAM Squad
I put down my name and put a smiley next to it, and my friend called me a weirdo.
Overall, it was an awesome experience and I'm glad I finally got to do it!
Thanks to the awesome doctor I had, and the volunteers for being so friendly. All the help made everything so much easier for me :]
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