"There is going to be a Blood Drive on Dec. 3rd." said the member of the Bishopric as he went through the announcements.
Just then I got a slight nudge and as I looked over at my wife she smirked at me as the announcement went on about the details of the upcoming Blood Drive. She knew she wouldn't ever find me there and was trying to tease me.
My whole life has been centered around avoiding needles. Through my youth I avoided the needle for years. Before my mission the last time I could remember getting a shot was when I was getting ready to enter elementary school. I would dodge my mother's requests to get booster shots and even just going to the doctor's in general.
When I got my mission call I dreaded having to go to the doctor as I knew what I was headed for. I had to get every shot known to man, except for Japanese Yellow Fever and Montana Yellow Fever. So in those few months between getting my call and leaving for my mission, I had to go through about 7-8 inoculations. I took them like a man, but the whole time my heart was in my throat and my breathing was rapid. Just thinking over these memories is making my heart race.
When I got home from my mission, the lady assigned to get people to sign up for the blood drive asked me 2-3 time to donate and I would just reply that I had been to the Philippines and she would leave me alone and finally gave up. Now, as far as I know there are no restrictions for me on donating blood, even though I have been to the Philippines.
I did hear once that if you have been on the African continent that you can never donate blood again. So, I've thought of booking a flight to Africa somewhere and walking off the plane and just getting right back on.
But, as time has gone on, I seem to have softened up, but just by a little. I once entertained the thought when both my brother Jared and I didn't know our blood type and we thought about donating blood just so we could find out. But just as quick as the thought came into our minds and we discussed it, we were able to dismiss it and never bring it up again.
Just the past week, my wife and I got on the topic and through talking to her, I agreed that there are only two scenarios that I can see myself donating blood. The first makes sense, but the second it quite random. The first is if there was a problem where a member of my family needed some blood. The only problem is who knows if I would even be compatible with their type, as I'm the only one who doesn't know his blood type. Second, is if one of my scouts did a blood drive for his Eagle Project, there is no way I could say no.
Now, if the parents of any of my scouts are reading this, forget all you have read!! If your one of my scouts, you better hop on it because it will only happen once and it would probably be quite the show to watch as it would take me quite a while to work up to it. You could probably even find me running around the building just trying to talk myself into it. What even makes it worse is the fact that once I've talked myself into it, the process of the paperwork, blood sample, etcetera would probably take long enough that I would have to go run around the building a couple more times before I could continue to the next steps.
Knowing my luck someone would probably video this and end up putting it on YouTube.
I've heard that the straw, I mean needle isn't much bigger than the ones they use for injections, but when I think of the needle I can only think of them trying to jab a sharp Slurpee straw in my arm. But, what is even worse is when they need that sample before they want your blood. They stick that pen over your finger, why your finger? Isn't it one of the most sensitive parts of the body? Anyways, you just don't know when it is going to hit? Its that "surprise" that really gets me going. Who wants it be surprised when you get stabbed in the finger? At least with the needle you can prepare yourself for the Slurpee straw going into your arm.
So, if you ever see someone doing laps around a blood donation center, don't be surprised if it is me and I am working my way up to working with some vampires to have my body sucked dry of it's life blood all for a scout or a family member.