I feel so dumb but I just can't seem to get over the fact that there's a blasted needle in my arm and a bag getting full of my blood so every time I donate I feel faint and sick while it's happening. The last time they yanked everything out, then came back to tell me that "we have a problem" I'm thinking that something awful has been discovered. Then she says "well were alittle short, and the pint has to be a pint. But all we need is just a vile". I was so relieved that was all that was wrong. I said jeez go ahead take it, after all this is why I came. I asked why do I always feel so sick while giving, and I was told that my breathing pattern changes where I start taking shorter breaths. I thought I was fine just laying there and thinking of dinner duh but no this happens everytime and I really hate it. I want to donate but it takes me longer to go back because of having this experience. Afterwards I feel like I've been run over.
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance, and even our very existence depends on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and dignity to our lives