Plasma Center

Needle hole, iodine stains, bandages

I started donating plasma. The first two weeks, as a first time donor, I made 80 a week. Now, as a regular, I'm down to 55.

It's a strange, painfully draining feeling to have a needle sucking the blood out of you and then pushing it back in. The saline that they provide after the blood plasma separating process makes me shiver, because the saline is 20 to 30 degrees colder than my body.

Also, let's look at the word usage here: donating plasma.

Donating is a gift, to contribute towards a cause and, like most gifts, nothing is suppose to be expected in return. When I donated a bunch of clothes and knick knacks to Good Will, I'm not expecting a monetary return.

I do not donate plasma.

I'm selling it.

I'm selling it at the lowest price they figure they can get away with paying people, to then sell the plasma to research facilities.

I do not wake up super early in the morning to rush over and donate blood, because they don't pay me for donating blood. (I have once, and probably should again. I'm B negative, which apparently is super rare.)

I wake up, to avoid the lines, of the misfit groupings of people, who all need those extra couple of bucks a month just to survive, to sell my plasma.

The end.