Of needles and blood (part 2)

The last time I donated blood, I nearlly wigged out in front of the whole church. I, Caryn Tan, the preacher's daughter, nearly collapsed in the middle of a worship service. I can imagine the congregation admiring the young lady who was "slain by the spirit" while giving her all in worship. How holy and spiritual was she!! But then again, my paper white face would have given it all away. Tummy aches and donating blood don't mix well. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
So this time, before I gave blood, I made sure I didn't eat anything questionable the night before, hopped onto the chair, had 1 pint of blood sucked out of my system, and loss 1 pound instantanously. I must be a sadistic or something, because I actually watched the fat needle go into my vein while my too-skinny-to-donate-blood-with-me-buddy cringed for me. Blood never scared me, and I doubt it ever will.

5 hours later and I haven't fainted. Yet. I'll let you know if I do.