Every eight weeks we get a call from the Memorial Blood Center. I assume it’s because her name is before mine in the alphabet; YA gets the first call and usually before I even get my call, she has come to me to pick out a good date for us.
We went down to our local center as usual but unlike usual, YA got light-headed afterwards and instead of grabbing a snack, put her head down on the table where we were sitting. This was like an alarm bell going off in the center. Suddenly there were five folks around us, one bringing a cool cloth, one bringing a wheelchair, two helping to get YA into the wheelchair and one poor gal, who was just hovering but didn’t seem to have a specific job. YA actually lost consciousness for a second in the wheelchair.
The phlebotomist (what a great word) who had done my draw was the one who appointed himself as YA’s guardian while she recovered. He was very knowledgeable and answered all our questions. OK, all of my questions. He was very clear about what he was doing and how long before the next “check-in”. It was very comforting for the anxious mother. YA stayed reclined for about 45 minutes before we took off. She wanted Taco Bell on the way home and then she spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, watching tv.
I asked if this has soured her on giving blood. She said she doesn’t think so. Guess we’ll know in another six weeks or so!
Have you ever seen those fainting goats?
