I gave blood yesterday. I try to give blood regularly; whilst it’s not the nicest experience, it is mostly pain-free and I always think, what if it were one of my family or friends that needed the blood. There are so many people who don’t go. I have to admit that it’s not the slickest of processes. I booked an appointment and it still took about 50 mins for me to be seen, which is actually quicker than normal! However, I sometimes feel like people use that as an excuse to hide the real reason they’re not going – that they’re scared. Admittedly, not everyone can give blood: medical reasons, a genuine fear of needles etc etc. A lot more could donate though. Perhaps it’s just another demonstration of the selfish nature of the UK as a whole?
Anyway, asides from that, the reason I thought to blog on donating blood was the affect it has on you. Now I haven’t passed out or anything horrific, but the affects of losing a pint of blood really do linger. I went to do my training this lunch time and found myself getting tired really quickly, plus my temperature sky-rocketed! I had to drop the weight of my kettlebells in every exercise and managed to knock-back about 600ml of water/juice. I suppose giving up 1/8 th of your blood is a bit of a shocl to the system and my body is starting to try and rebuilt it. I should read up more on it. One plus though was I got to have plenty of food yesterday without having to do any exercise because my body was hungry the whole day. Yum, food!