While I was laying there, with a needle in my arm watching my blood flowing down a tube and into a bag, it struck me that, at the age of 31, I had never done this before.
But there I was, in St Paul’s Church, Covingham, in the hall that I used to go to every week as a child for Boys Brigade and play football or hockey, doing something that I’d managed to avoid doing until then, something entirely new.
I’m not someone who is particularly scared of needles, and I’ve had plenty of injections so I knew I wouldn’t mind the small amount of pain that comes with it, I guess I just hadn’t gotten around to it.
I did know why I had finally decided to register to donate my blood – I had seen the news about the national blood shortage and wanted to help, and perhaps more importantly, my wife, who has spent the last year and a half working for the NHS, and has had her life saved by a blood transfusion, encouraged me to do it.
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