Thoughts of my plasma
I've never given blood. I've fought it for a long time, telling myself I couldn't handle it. So it makes sense that I would find myself at the Plasma Center here in Tyler, having blood pumped out of my arm, shaken around, then pumped back in. I decided to start donating plasma not because it provides needed medicine for infants and burn victims, but because it puts $50 a week in my fat, greedy hands. Dolla' bills, ya'll.
Anyway, my laptop battery has run out, so no more wireless internet, and I glance over at the bag that is now 3/4 full and think, "I want that back!" I had this strange sense of ownership over my plasma. When the technician took the full bag away, I wanted her to give it to me. What was I going to do with it? This makes no sense to me. The thoughts were fleeting and certainly not serious, but it struck me as odd that they were there in the first place.
Feel free to tell me I'm crazy.
posted by Trent at 10:32 AM
2 Comments:
When I was pregnant with Jack, everytime they would draw my blood, they would walk out of the room with it and I would yell "hey, where do you think you're going with my blood?!" And then they would call security. So, no, I don't think you're crazy.
11:39 AM
Your feelings of ownership are neither misplaced nor invalid. Much like Amy's antecdote above, only much more serious, I too have felt this this seperation anxiety from the sezure of bodily fluids and/or organs. At the prepubescent age of 9, I remember a dark feeling consuming me when they retrieved the ruptured appendix from my side. I remember asking the pre-op nurse what they were going to do with it once it was out. He chuckled a bit and went on eating his potato chips. Now that I think about it, why was he eating potato chips moments before my surgery? It certainly doesn't seem very sanitary which, it occurs to me, should have probably been--given the nature of his job--his only concern. What's up with that?
So I say to you, Trent and Amy, your bodies will always produce more plasma and blood, but my appendix is lost forever.
Think about that this holiday season.
3:31 PM
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