What was I thinking?

Today I signed up for the blood drive...

I hate needles.

Last time I got a shot I cried my eyes out and begged them not to do it.

A few years before that, I actually ran out of the room to avoid a prick of the needle.

Pathetic?

Yeah, I know.

Once when a nurse was taking my blood, I threw up on her.

It was totally her fault.

She should not have dug around in my arm.

You do that, you get puked on.

Plus I have small veins.

Once a doctor had to feel around for half an hour before he could stick me.

But at least he only had to do it once.

So why you ask, am I willing signing up to do something that will cause me much anxiety and paing?

The answer is simple, because I can.

The blood drive is next Wednesday, my birthday is this Saturday.

And since the only new thing you can do at the ripe age of 17, is give blood, I might as well take advantage of my upcoming age, and save lives.

I guess at 17 you can buy tickets for rated R movies, but since I am a good LDS girl, I won't be doing that... so giving blood really is the only option.