It is a vacuous afternoon, and in an attempt to do something good for the society, I have for the first time, followed by to the transfusion center.
Despite my sprutskräck and sjukhusvånda I am easy on the steps and I walk decisively up to the counter, register and get a heating pad.
”this will go well”, I think to myself and ignore the anxiety growing in pace with my finger going from the vinterkallt to blodprovsvarmt in the waiting room.
the brochure, which describes how the first I will take a small stick in the index finger and then leave the blood via antecubital and how it then should be tested to ensure that the next time could be given to someone who needs it and not pretend that it crawls in me.
After having browsed absent-mindedly in the magazines and glanced at the perfect blodgivarparen around me who are happy to have a coffee, I take courage to me and goes back to the counter.
"I'm ready," I say, whereupon I fear that the spy runs into the bathroom.
I come out from the toilet and are greeted by the well-meaning eyes again.
maybe It is sufficient that you were here today, you have been really good, " says the nurse.
at the same time has my company delivered four ounces O negative but a min.
Susanna Sundström is a reporter and despite the fact that she is ashamed of it so she has taken the first step towards being free from their sprutfobi, she has accepted it. Also read her columns about the discriminatory bouncers and why she reject the older men .