I'll never trust stupid SAF medics when it comes to meddling with my veins. That piece of gay fuck shit caused so much anxiety in me cos he couldn't find the vein and was desperately trying to shift that HUGE needle around in my arm. Though I was too terrified to look, (no thanks to that hum sup lou physics teacher who was telling everyone to look at my expression), I could sense that, that fuck shit didn't know what he was doing.
There I was, having fainting spells and wanting to barf, and stupid teong(whom I psychoed into donating blood) was happily smirking away. You bitch!!!
Barely filled 1/4 of that small packet and the needle had to be taken out. Yup. With much embarrassment and there's the huge bruise to remind me of that horrid incident.
It was a major let down. I was utterly psyched up to donate blood! My first experience of donating blood was good. Minor pain and the flow of blood was just like cars at 10km/hr. That is fast for blood flow.
If I never manage to get over my phobia of donating blood, it's no thanks to that stupid fucker. To think I wanted to do a good deed after so long.
Damnit!

*My sugar rush