I'm a weenie
Originally drafted 3-20-05:
I don't like to admit it, but I am. I am afraid of a little sliver of metal.
Not much is new on this side of the lake. The big thing on the horizon is that I was suppose to go donate plasma with my sister because they pay cash. Something like $25 a visit. Given that I am having trouble finding money for the gas addict (AKA: Kia), I figured I would give it a try. Should be horrible. I am afraid of needles. I start to cry even though I am doing everything to try not to. It's irrational. But donating is easy cash and I don't need to use my brain. Only problem is that the first time takes 3-4 hours because of pre-screening testing crap. And the sis has a job that starts around 1pm everyday. I was entirely too tired to go Tuesday and the other day we planned for, Friday, I just completely forgot. So, we are on to try again this next week. Ugh.
Attempted to update 3-29-05:
What a mess. We didn't go last week Tuesday. I got up and was getting ready to head over to pick up my sister. Gave her a ring to find out if she was up and near ready. She said she was and that we were on. Then... about three, maybe five minutes later she calls back. She doesn't have her social security card. Um. Okay. Where is it? Oh, how handy - it's in a safe deposit box downtown. And not her's. My dad's. So even if we had time, we couldn't pick it up. Guess we aren't going AGAIN. Friday (the only other day of the week that would work with our schedule's) is out because I was heading down to Chicago. Next week then?
Tuesday morning. She's awake. I'm awake. With both have ID's, proof of residence, and soc. cards. Off we go. We get to the clinic just after 9am. There is a sign up sheet with five names on it already. The woman at the desk tells us that it could be one maybe even two hours of waiting. We have a little over four hours so that shouldn't be a problem.
10:15am. Still waiting.
10:30am. Still waiting.
10:45am. Still waiting.
11:00am. Still waiting.
Okay, the sis is going to check the list because it has now been two hours and neither of us has been seen. We were thinking that we could wait and at least get the mini-physicals done then come back and do the actually donating later in the week. There is still one name in front of us!! Geez. What the heck is taking so long?? We figured it out and they were averaging one person every half hour. Um, maybe they should have more than one really slow person doing physicals. I mean, a complete, full, annual check-up takes less than an hour. What Are They Doing?? We came to the decision to leave. We were going to be cutting it close just doing the mini-physical given the time-line we seem to be on. What a joke. Very frustrating.
We plan to go tomorrow at 7am. The butt crack of dawn when the idiots open up the joint.
Text added 3-30-05:
Yeah... 7am... not happening. I thought I was going to throw up when the alarm went off. There was no way I was going. At this point, I think we may have officially given up the idea.
We found out when we were there yesterday that they only pay $20 after your first time. A tank of gas costs more. If I was truely so poor as to be in danger of losing the roof over my head or having my car repossessed, then I might be more inclined to continue to pursue this venture. However, given the scheduling difficulty, the massive time commitment, and my general irrational reaction to needles... this just isn't worth it. Instead I will be creating a website where annonymous people can make donations to the "Save Amy's Sanity" fund. And yes, there will be a space on the form for comments. Who's first?? Hahahahaha
I don't like to admit it, but I am. I am afraid of a little sliver of metal.
Not much is new on this side of the lake. The big thing on the horizon is that I was suppose to go donate plasma with my sister because they pay cash. Something like $25 a visit. Given that I am having trouble finding money for the gas addict (AKA: Kia), I figured I would give it a try. Should be horrible. I am afraid of needles. I start to cry even though I am doing everything to try not to. It's irrational. But donating is easy cash and I don't need to use my brain. Only problem is that the first time takes 3-4 hours because of pre-screening testing crap. And the sis has a job that starts around 1pm everyday. I was entirely too tired to go Tuesday and the other day we planned for, Friday, I just completely forgot. So, we are on to try again this next week. Ugh.
Attempted to update 3-29-05:
What a mess. We didn't go last week Tuesday. I got up and was getting ready to head over to pick up my sister. Gave her a ring to find out if she was up and near ready. She said she was and that we were on. Then... about three, maybe five minutes later she calls back. She doesn't have her social security card. Um. Okay. Where is it? Oh, how handy - it's in a safe deposit box downtown. And not her's. My dad's. So even if we had time, we couldn't pick it up. Guess we aren't going AGAIN. Friday (the only other day of the week that would work with our schedule's) is out because I was heading down to Chicago. Next week then?
Tuesday morning. She's awake. I'm awake. With both have ID's, proof of residence, and soc. cards. Off we go. We get to the clinic just after 9am. There is a sign up sheet with five names on it already. The woman at the desk tells us that it could be one maybe even two hours of waiting. We have a little over four hours so that shouldn't be a problem.
10:15am. Still waiting.
10:30am. Still waiting.
10:45am. Still waiting.
11:00am. Still waiting.
Okay, the sis is going to check the list because it has now been two hours and neither of us has been seen. We were thinking that we could wait and at least get the mini-physicals done then come back and do the actually donating later in the week. There is still one name in front of us!! Geez. What the heck is taking so long?? We figured it out and they were averaging one person every half hour. Um, maybe they should have more than one really slow person doing physicals. I mean, a complete, full, annual check-up takes less than an hour. What Are They Doing?? We came to the decision to leave. We were going to be cutting it close just doing the mini-physical given the time-line we seem to be on. What a joke. Very frustrating.
We plan to go tomorrow at 7am. The butt crack of dawn when the idiots open up the joint.
Text added 3-30-05:
Yeah... 7am... not happening. I thought I was going to throw up when the alarm went off. There was no way I was going. At this point, I think we may have officially given up the idea.
We found out when we were there yesterday that they only pay $20 after your first time. A tank of gas costs more. If I was truely so poor as to be in danger of losing the roof over my head or having my car repossessed, then I might be more inclined to continue to pursue this venture. However, given the scheduling difficulty, the massive time commitment, and my general irrational reaction to needles... this just isn't worth it. Instead I will be creating a website where annonymous people can make donations to the "Save Amy's Sanity" fund. And yes, there will be a space on the form for comments. Who's first?? Hahahahaha
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