My Dad was very keen on giving blood and donating organs - he even managed to get a special award for giving over 100 pints of blood, which is quite a feat.
I, however, did try to give blood while I was a student at university. Ignoring the fact that, at that time, my blood must have been near to being 100% proof, I did go along twice to do my civic duty.
Sadly, however, as some of you will know, I'm a wimp.
On both occasions I went I was horribly ill - I fainted, suffering from nausea (I think I was actually sick) and I wasn't allowed to leave for quite some time while I recovered from the trauma!
On the second occasion they noted that my records said "HH" on them - I have no idea what "HH" means in this context other than they immediately asked me if I was unwell on my previous visit - to which I had to say yes!
I've always been squeamish about all medical interventions and procedures. It's only in the past year that I joined the Organ Donor Register (yes, if I step in front of a bus tomorrow some poor sod might end up with parts of my body!).
So, 30 years later, maybe the time is right to try giving blood again?
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