I have been looking forward to today for weeks. It was blood donor day and I was going to conquer my fears. I woke up a little anxious but I was not scared, maybe it was subconscious. My biggest hurdle would be the iron test but I had been training for the last week by consuming great amounts of beef jerky. My blood sank like something that is completely not buoyant, I had enough iron! So, you say, you’re in! You did it! No, I still failed! The heart rate test! Well, of course, I’m an anxious person! That’s just me!
I am so disappointed. Passing the iron test was like passing the MCATS and then being offered a position to med school then, when I was so excited from the news they say “oh, just as a formality you need to take this small spelling test”. I’m so excited that I can’t concentrate and mispell “floride” (see it should be Fluoride”) and they revoke my offer of admission. For a spelling test???? You have to be kidding me.