I gave blood today. While the blood extraction specialist was cleaning the crook of my arm w/ iodine and a very light touch, I started to giggle. Yes, literally giggle while sitting on the extraction table. She couldn't stop b/c she needed my arm to be sterile, and I couldn't stop b/c once I start to giggle I'm like a roller coaster that keeps going to the end of the ride. One lady in my extraction pod said that she'd never had so much fun while giving blood. I've noticed that I've been giggling more lately. I've been giggling more while wrestling w/ my daughters and while sitting at the dinner table w/ my family. Just being silly and giggling. It feels good.
Mom used to tell this story about the first time she gave blood. The extraction specialist told her to squeeze the ball whenever she breathed. After awhile, Mom didn't think she was breathing quickly enough so she started squeezing more frequently and pumping away. As you might guess, when she went to stand up she got light headed and started to faint. Dad, who had been giving blood right next to her, saw her start to go down, and tried to catch her, which in turn caused him to almost faint. She always giggled when telling that story and thinking about the sight of them. Mom wasn't able to give blood very often, but she was always there helping at the blood drives....smiling, not giggling.
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