Blood Matters

Blood donation is one activity where a person, doing his part as a human being and putting others before himself, can compassionately and caringly measure his weight using digitalized weight scale.

I believe that type of weight scale is more accurate than the last scale that I used, due to one simple reason, I weight less there.
I weighted 75 kg only, which means I have loosen 1.5 kg since the last time I weighted. So I believe that my work out routine, which now consists of sweeping the floor and ironing my shirt since my wife is pregnant, is working fine.
So I was happy for the whole 1.5 hours that I was there. And the rest just went as usual: pale face, scared of needle, fainting, all the normal stuff.

Well, except that there were a lot of army reservists there. I don’t know what they were doing. They just stood there, looking at the donors, and discussed many important army stuff, such as where to have a good lunch nearby, how to look active while they were actually did not know what to do there (really).

They were probably instructed to learn the process. So they just looked around and commented on the process. But it just made the donors like me feel awkward. I mean, how if I peed in my pants after seeing the needle inserted into my skin? I would surely be a joke to the whole battalion. Hmm, maybe, while they were watching, they should also feel the pain of having a needle injected into their body, through their eyes.