MEComposing

I'm scared of blood, main reason I didn't pursue medicine.

But i've always wanted to donate blood. It's the most life-saving, conscious thing I can do that doesn't involve panic, in-the-heat-of-the-moment decisions... one just does it, and one is all the better for it, physically (your blood replenishes itself and produces new blood and therefore your system gets cleansed) and psychosocially(you've just helped someone).

But alas, the opportunity for such has always evaded me. More often than not, my blood will be called to service just weeks after i've been on antibiotics for an infection (usually, something to do with my respiratory system... or UTI).

Our company holds a Blood Donation Project every year, around its anniversary (July 11). I've been happily looking forward to it since I haven't been sick for months...

And then I got sick last week, and just took the last of my antibiotics last night. I'm also still coughing and sneezing and sniffling as of the moment. And i'm sad... the dream to play 'kind, giving soul' has evaded me yet again...

Sigh...

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Later tonight, I pursue another lifelong dream... may the heavens be kinder to me this time... and may the sense of fulfillment be as rich and humbling as i've always dreamed it would be...