I am feeling rather smug as I sit here with my celebration cup of tea.
Way back on 14 March, 40Acts challenged me to give blood. I signed up thinking it would be a miracle if I actually went through with it.
My iron levels are often border line, I am prone to fainting at any medical intervention and yesterday I had to sit down three times on a short walk because I felt too weak to carry on (this is something which periodically happens to me for no explicable reason). When it comes to the thought of giving blood, I am a Grade A wimp.
I managed donations twice when I was at college some 36 years ago and my memories of these occasions are enough for me to have concluded over all these years that this was something I just couldn’t do.
40Acts made me think again and call upon myself to quit letting my past experience fix my future attitude.
This afternoon, my appointment arrived. Armed with my experienced husband for distraction (an expert and long standing donator himself) and putting on a determined ‘can do’ attitude, the process went from beginning to end without a single hitch. Excepting that is, that as a ‘first timer’ I wasn’t allowed a cup of tea at the end.
Which is why I am sitting here now with my cup of tea, albeit a bit light headed, feeling rather chuffed with myself for doing something that presents little challenge to many but that I never really believed I would be able to achieve again for myself. I am genuinely surprised at myself.
I think I deserve a celebratory pint. But apparently that isn’t recommended.
Thank you 40Acts for prompting me to take this step. I can be certain that if it hadn’t been for the challenge on that day, it would never have happened.