It took a surprising amount of work to get the staff in the blood bus to take my blood.
Image from here. All other mine.
I asked some medical students to assist me and they spoke to the staff but were quickly convinced that I wouldn’t be able to give blood and they were unable to translate the form correctly. I want to thank them for trying.
I took the survey to our office assistants and one was able to help me through it. Once back at the bus, I showed them the completed form and told them I’d given blood before. That finally made them interested and seemed to start the process. Sitting in the waiting area, I, and four students, could hear them discussing the Wae-guk-in (foreigner) in what I felt was a breach of privacy but finally I met the nurse for an interview…and they showed me a fully translated form of the sort they had demanded I find translation assistance for! Jerks!
Above my head were a set of posters. I think the one below lists suggestions in case I feel dizzy. It might just as well be ways to exercise to get a real good head rush after donation. ‘Feeling dizzy? Don’t waste it. Do some V-sits!”
Really, I was treated well. After all, I was a hero! At home I shared the cookies, which I described to my son as the most expensive in the world. Nobody can buy many cookies as 400ml per box. None for the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
After I gave blood, I asked the guides if I could take their picture. They made jokes about the sashes and a Miss Korea contest. Then they told me I could give blood if I wanted to. I guess I had snuck in and out behind them