I'm no good at giving blood. The only bit I seem any good at is avoiding doing it, which I seem to have managed for about 2 years now inspite of the fact that they ring me religiously each month to ask me to make an appointment. *hangs head in shame*
I mean, who's bright idea was it to make me both O negative and ridiculously squeamish? I'd laugh at the irony if it didn't make me feel so ill. I don't seem to be able to even walk past one of those lorries without my stomach attempting to impersonate a world champion gymnast anymore. I thought this was supposed to get easier?
Yes, I'm being a coward, but it's an evil blood sucking lorry of doom. *nods head to make the argument more convincing*
Perhaps, if I'm lucky, I'll go down with some rare tropical disease overnight?
*runs and hides quivering in the corner*