  My church had a blood donation drive today.&nbsp;After a rather interesting service of which I confess I have no memories of, I was&nbsp;hanging around the open space between the 2 church buildings and talking to Noel Ong... Oh btw to all those who weren't there his worship was real good... Especially the songs... It was those songs that both the youth and the adults would enjoy... That dosen't happen very often :P So for once the sanctuary was actually resonating with the voice of praise, filling all the nooks and crannys with the blessings of God. Mmm.&nbsp;About the blood donation. I didn't really plan to donate blood coz I have a lot of work today, and for the next 24 hours or so after you donate, you feel kinda sleepy. Also my family was going to my old house to clean and clear the place.&nbsp;Yet just as I finished talking with Noel, Andy and this other gurl who I can't rmb (s'ry!
) dragged me to the blood donation place... Stupid Andy... He can't donate coz he's still on malaria pills so he goes and drags all of us to donate. Gah. Anyway so I filled up the form, which had all this complicated&nbsp;terms&nbsp;on it... Unfortunately I was under 18, so I needed parental consent. The problem was, my parents had just left the church.&nbsp;Bleargh.
As a result&nbsp;I had to call them, then had to wait for them to come and sign the form. That done, I waited in the queue to see the doctor. Wendy and her sis, whose name I can't rmb, joined me. Haha we were all transfixed at the other donors in the room, especially poor Albert, who went before me and was getting his picture taken repeatedly by a bubbly Andy. Also Stephanie came and was mothering him like her own kid :P Rofl. The doctor was some damn funny Indian guy...
He just basically confirmed what I had indicated on the form. Strangely they didn't do tests... Anyway he kept pestering me whether I had sex or not. Lol. 'Do you have sex with only one partner? ' 'Did you have sex with&nbsp;a person you have only known 6 months?
' 'Did you pay anyone to have sex with you? ' *boggleZ* Haha but he was kiddin lar... Anyway after that I went to a nurse, who pricked my finger to check my iron level, then it was time for the donation! I requested for the needle to be on my left hand so I could write my compo when I go home - poor Russell couldn't write after he donated lol... Unfortunately there was no available chair with the needle on the left side, so I had to do it on my right... Basically, the procedure is quite painless... Except the painkiller shot (what irony).
Apparently I looked petrified, coz the nurse and Andy kept talking to me... Lol. I just wanted them to do it quickly, and so I told them to so. Yeah. So its quite simple - A painkiller shot, then the real needle goes in. Normally they cover the entry hole with a wad of cotton wool, but they didn't do so for mine... So I could see the 1mm thick needle entering my skin and the slight bump beside the hole... Also could see my blood trickling down into the bag.
Funky. Suddenly I&nbsp;heard a soft 'ouch'. Guess what? Wendy's sis just got her hand pricked... And she started crying! Lol. Meanwhile my blood bag was about half full, so I just kept squeezing and squeezing, hoping to get the phat needle out of my vein.
After what seemed like 5 minutes I looked back again - the bag was still half full! The nurse frowned and fuzzed about my hand. Something about my vein collapsing... So she had to like hold the needle down, which made it hurt more... Muahaha I can feel all your skin crawling *grinz* Anyway the nurse finally gave up and cut the tube... Apparently it was a blood clot in the tube. Lol.
And Andy just had to remind me that I -might- have a higher chance of surviving a gunshot wound that way. Rofl. Problem was all the while I had been squeezing the damn ball, so I now have this rather bad bruise on my vein... Coz well imagine trying to pump blood thru a stuck tube. The poor nurse, who kept saying 'exercise your hand! ' kept apologizing... She rubbed some funny cream on the bruise, which honestly hurt much more in total than the needles ever did, and after that I was basically free to go. Oh this cute boy gave me the cert haha... 'Are you Alvin Toh?
' 'Thank you for donating your blood and saving a life! ' Sounds just like a computer with a cute voice track. After donating&nbsp;I went up to 2nd service, just in time for the closing song. I met zhi! The twert told me that he'll donate but&nbsp;I think he woke up late or smthing :P Anyway since he had disciple group later in the day, he decided to go home and I took a lift from him to MRT. His parents, though, decided to stop by to eat tim sum and so they&nbsp;treated me too :P Thanks!
When I reached home I basically just...&nbsp;Stoned around and slept. Ah yes... Sleep. I think donating blood does make you feel sleepy... I&nbsp;have half a mind not&nbsp;to go&nbsp;to school&nbsp;since my arm hurts when I move it and like... Marc felt dizzy during BB one day after he donated his... Hmm.&nbsp;The stupid needle wound&nbsp;starts to hurt&nbsp;everytime I&nbsp;squeeze my arm or smthing... Gah. So, its back to work, work and work. With my CCAs I simply have no time to do anything from the time school ends on friday to when school starts on Monday, save for a free Sunday evening. Terrible.
Need to find some way to do homework in school... I already have a massive backlog and teachers are hounding me... Blearghz. 
