Blood, anyone?

I’ve always had this fantasy (fantasy??) of dying empty. The empty part would be this vessel I live in, where all the essential parts are taken away, being used by other human being, until it’s completely immobile, and has nothing else to offer.

The movie 7 Pounds kinda resonate that deep wish. I’ve signed a card that if anything happens to me and I can’t be resuscitated my eyes will be donated. Which reminds me, I’ve to find that card.. Need to do the same for other organs, heart, intestines, kidneys, lungs, liver, and pancreas. The process seems to be very painful, but at the same time the right thing to do. Sounds weird eh?

Well today I had my first chance of being accepted to donate blood. After church they announced that PMI (Indonesian Red Square) was ready for people who wanted to donate blood. Without hesitation I had my blood pressure checked and I passed! I was thrilled, yet at the same time nervous of the consequences. You see I’ve been denied 3 times, twice because of low blood pressure and once because it was less than a week after my period. My anxiety has to do with my body’s reaction, whether I will have giddiness, or even get sick? Well, I guess I have to watch and observe.

I was declared healthy as a horse and was ready to donate. 30 minutes later 350ml of my blood was drawn in a plastic pack for people in need. Nope, I’m not banking it for myself, besides O type is common.