Is it bad that I donated plasma for a second time, not because it put $35 in my pocket, but because there's this super attractive dude working there that I wanted to see? This is pretty funny because anyone donating plasma is obviously really broke and pathetic or just a weirdo (I'm the second one), so it's not like I could score a date or even catch his interest, but I appreciate having something to look at and getting paid for doing nothing.
Secondly, I actually enjoy being leaked. Not even kidding. It's not about being pricked or liking the pain of having your blood drawn out then pumped back in your vein after it has cooled (though it does hurt in a good way). I think I appreciate how mortal I feel. I mean, my own fucking innards are running hot down my arm through a tube for ANYONE to see. My blood is flowing freely out of me, it's being sucked out by a well-timed machine. That's fucking real.
And after you've been dripped dry, you use that money for booze, gas, or food. We don't think about who our plasma might be saving nor do we care.
Physically, it feels like nothing else. You can feel all of your blood being sucked out from your arm. You also feel it when it's being pumped back in. You REALLY feel it after the 690ml bottle is filled and saline is pumped back into your vein. It's like your entire arm has been hit by lightening and then is slowly regaining feeling.
Anyways, ramble much.
Contra tonight, then the corner pocket, then maybe more shenanigans.
Lastly, I need to stop dating. It's too stressful.
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