I donated blood on Saturday and it was not a pleasant experience.
They couldn't get a good blood pressure reading.
Since I was raised a worrier thanks to my mother's Catholic upbringing, my blood pressure was off the charts when they finally could get a reading.
Then they couldn't get my blood to flow from my arm to the bag as I guess I sat in the one place in the building that defies gravity.
The Red Cross employee thought it would work better if she jammed the needle further into my arm.
It reminded me of a scene from "The Big Lebowski":
I will try and do better tomorrow.