I feel kind of awesome.

I saved 3 people's lives today.

How cool is that?  Just by laying down on a cot for 20 minutes and undergoing mild extremely mild pain and a little bit of light-headedness... You can extend the life span of three people.

I hate needles.  They freak me out.  I've always hated getting blood drawn.  But today it wasn't a big deal.  I just told David, the guy drawing my blood, to warn me when he pulled the needle out so I could look away.

(Thank you, Megan.  "HOLY CRAP THAT'S A BIG NEEDLE!")

I didn't see the needle, and I didn't watch while he stuck my arm or adjusted it so that it got into the vein okay, and after that everything was peachy.  It itched a little.  However, I decided that scratching the large needle that was currenty impaling one of my larger blood vessels was a bad idea.

That was one of the things that excited me about turning 17.  Getting to donate blood.  I just hadn't made the time to do it before.  From now on, I think I'm going to try to donate whenever I can.

It's too much to pass up by choice when doing a good deed is this easy.