Blood.

I find giving blood to be an interesting experience.

Really, they are just removing some of your life-blood. Weird.

In past blood-giving experiences, I have at one point passed out, and at another point lost the contents of my stomach. They were unpleasant experiences. However, I really do enjoy knowing that I've helped people, so I keep doing it.

Also, I feel that it is my duty to give my blood. You see, it is O-negative.

Everyone wants my blood.

So yesterday I definitely prepared myself. I drank a ridiculous amount of water. Luckily I love my water bottle. And I even made time to make myself a lunch that morning. So I prepared myself before, which is new, and it definitely had a good effect. I didn't get sick or dizzy. I was perfectly fine in fact. Except for the fact that my phlebotomist was totally freaking me out.

I really don't have a problem with blood or needles or anything like that. But when the person sticking you with a needle and swiping your blood is super apologetic, then that makes me lose all faith in her.

Result: my arm is so ridiculously bruised today. Ouch.