Eversince I can remember, I have always been told by doctors that I could never donate blood, owing to the fact that I was anemic. Today, I proved them all wrong.
I learned from hubby that one of his agents' son was confined due to dengue. He was in speacial care because from the normal 150,000 platelets, he only had 40,000 left. He needed blood transfusions ASAP. The hospital has already ran out of his blood type and for them to give him blood, they would need people to donate the same blood type to serve as replacement.
We have the same blood type. Hubby didn't want me to donate because of my fainting spells and medical history. Even my Mom argued and didn't want me to. I did. I thought to myself, what if it was my B? I would want someone to help as well.
So, I did. Mind you, it was not easy. They had to put that huge needle in my veins 3x. My veins were too thin that it was very hard to get blood out of it. It hurt a lot. The needles were as big as the straws in tetra juice packs, the ones they used for Zest-O drinks.
But I did it. And I'm so happy I did. I never thought I would be able to. If you knew me as a child, you would know I have severe fear of needles. But I did it.
Who knows? I might try bungee jumping next? Or not.
What fear have you conquered?