9:34

Donating today

Left arm, orange ring, blue 8, booth 3, machine 24

It’s been a slow start

An 8:00 AM appointment

Where I waited 45 minutes to get checked in

And just starting now at 8:57

Not to mention the wait was a bit stressful

At least from the perspective of my social anxiety

There’s this loud, talkative lady

I’ve seen while donating a couple of times

She’s not all there, but nice

Just can’t seem to keep to herself, so

Normally I just kinda sit away with my headphones on

But I ended up getting caught in one of her conversations

I didn’t want to be mean, she seems to enjoy interaction

It’s just that small-talk is like walking on coals for me

So, I carried on the conversation passively

Giving her an outlet to talk

But keeping my social anxiety from igniting

Somebody I’ve noticed today

Is that the bump on my left arm

That was made up of scar tissue

From where the needle was put in

Wrong, the first time I donated

Which has made donating in my left

Hurt more than it should, it’d burn

And they’d have to force it through

The thick scar tissue, but this time

It looks a lot smoother – discolored, still

But it doesn’t seem like a different texture

So, at least that’s a positive, that I don’t

Have to worry about which side I’m on

Just that whoever is putting in the needle

Doesn’t fuck up like the very first time

Out at 9:34

I guess not too bad in the end

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