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The bad news: the orange drink is so nasty I gagged. Twice.
The bad news: bruises on both arms.
The sort-of-good news: only one bruise on each arm, after multiple pokes.
The good news: it's over and I'm at work now!
I think I lost about a cup of blood.* The glucose tolerance test wasn't the only thing the doctor ordered; the first draw was something like seven vials... and she forgot one, so the second draw wasn't two, it was three... and the other two draws were two. I need a steak.
*edit: that's an exaggeration.
The bad news: bruises on both arms.
The sort-of-good news: only one bruise on each arm, after multiple pokes.
The good news: it's over and I'm at work now!
I think I lost about a cup of blood.* The glucose tolerance test wasn't the only thing the doctor ordered; the first draw was something like seven vials... and she forgot one, so the second draw wasn't two, it was three... and the other two draws were two. I need a steak.
*edit: that's an exaggeration.
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I worked in a lab that was playing with platelet activation for a while. They needed fresh platelets for that (about three hours after draw, the activity was low enough not to be useful for the experiments). The scientist doing the work was on a drug that depressed platelet activity (theofilin, for asthma). My platelets worked great. So I donated 10cc a couple times a week for several months. Usually fasting, but one day she forgot and ended up drawing me right after I had lunch. It was really interesting--you could actually see the globs of fat in the blood. Really amazing.