Return of the plasma

Recently, I started selling my blood again. Back in October I went on a little hiatus but recent economic crisis like tuition deadlines have turned me like a dog to its vomit, back to the place of plasma.

As I sat in the medical chaise lounge pumping my fluids away for cash I heard another guy talking about how he's been doing this for a year and a half now. Then I realized I've been doing this almost non-stop since the summer of 2009. That's two and a half years. I thought, "man, that's a long time. I'm pretty much a pro at this by now. I've seen everything" And it's true, I've seen people pass out, people vomit, lots of needle adjustments, some pretty bad bruises, plus about every B movie I've never wanted to see (Ghost Rider anyone?) "Yeah," I thought, "I've seen it all."

Then as the phlebotomist removed the needle from my arm the tube disconnected from the needle and splattered blood all over my face, my shirt, my chair, his scrubs and the trainee he was demonstrating for.

Selling blood is fun.