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BLOOD DONOR


It’s almost time to go do that porcupine thing, I thought to myself, glancing at the clock on my desktop, and go see Dracula and his bloodthirsty friends at the local chapter of the American Red Cross. As I stood to leave, I grabbed my handy Rapid Pass from the corner of my desk. I had a three o’clock appointment scheduled and did not want to lose my spot. I had been giving blood for years and my greatest fear each visit was not the needles, but receiving the dreaded, “Have a seat and we will be with you in just a moment.”


I loved the American Red Cross and the fantastic service that they provided, but sometimes they could be as inefficient in regards to time as they were nice…and they were extremely nice. If you ever happened to go to a blood drive and got stuck behind the bottleneck of questionnaire completion before the actual donating, the entire experience was akin to watching paint dry. And God forbid if they ever had to recheck blood pressure, or if all the beds were full, or if a donor giving blood began to feel faint, or if the blood stoppped flowing… There had actually been times when I’d gone to donate as a walk-in, but sat too long in the waiting area and quickly morphed into a “walk-out.”


Nowadays, I always completed the health questionnaire online, after which I could print out a Rapid Pass. This allowed me to bypass waiting in the office area. I’d also learned to call ahead and schedule an appointment. The questionnaire office could sometimes appear to be the black hole of the donor center. People go in to complete the necessary and mandatory donor forms…and you wonder if they will ever be seen again.


After I walked into the donor center and signed beside my name on the appointment log, I noticed only a few people sitting in the waiting area chairs facing the three offices. I was soon given an adhesive name tag reflecting my scheduled appointment time to stick on my shirt. A quick glance at the empty row of chairs in the appointment line assured me that I would be the next person called when one of the three offices became available! Yes! I internally cheered as I sat down, no long waits for me today! Just then, one of the office doors opened and a donor stepped out, paperwork in hand, and headed toward the actual donation area. The associate motioned for me to come in after she’d seen the time slot on my name tag.


Once I sat down, I immediately pulled out my driver’s license and donor card from my wallet and handed them to the associate with my Rapid Pass. While she reviewed my information, I dutifully rolled my sleeves. I knew the drill; I had been donating blood for years. After she scanned the bar code on my Rapid Pass and verified my identification, she asked me a series of questions, typing in my responses during our required exchange, including if I had ever donated under a different name.


Once she’d submitted my responses, eliciting a ping from the computer, she pushed back a little from the computer. As her eyes searched the screen, she smiled slightly.


“Is everything all right?” I inquired.


“Oh yes,” she replied, “the system is tracking how many people we process and notifies us in increments of five. You are our twenty-fifth donor so far today.”


I nodded, thinking, That’s new… I wonder why? The sign in sheet already gives them that data. She soon walked around the desk to check my pulse and temperature, pricked my finger to check my iron level, then finally checked my blood pressure. I was the picture of health. She then asked me to silently read the disclosure on donating and sign the authorization form. Gathering my paperwork, she opened the office door and asked me which arm I wanted to use to donate, to which I replied, “Either. Whichever chair is open will be fine – I am an ambidextrous blood donor.”


She chuckled as she led me to a chair with a left armrest for donating. As she handed my paperwork to an associate, she whispered something in her ear before turning to face me directly. “Mr. Jones, thank you for coming in today to donate.” I smiled and nodded. Interesting, I mused, leaning back against the chair to plop my arm on the armrest, they don’t normally express their gratitude before I actually begin giving blood.


There were two phlebotomists working between the four of us who were donating. Soon one of them, Mary, approached me. She had stuck me before – she was good, a real pro, and I was always happy to see her when she was working the floor. <