Donated blood today, then proceeded to pass out for a few dozen seconds. I was already feeling lightheaded when I finished, but I’ve donated before without complications, so my ego and I tried to Bruce Wayne my way over to the cookie and juice bar immediately after donating. Next thing I knew, everything was green then some doctor was asking me what my name was. It was one of those things that I ended up having to laugh off to counteract the embarrassment. I’d probably have been blushing except, you know, the whole drop in blood pressure thing.
In the end, though, I think I’ve learned my lesson: There is no better natural high than the headrush from giving blood and passing out. That shit was more transcendental than a Quaker*.
Part of me hopes the whole scene scared someone out of giving blood.
*I’m just assuming this history reference is right, because really, who’s going to correct me? MS. NARVESON? I THINK NOT.