have u ever gave blood? if so how did u fell afterwards and would u ever give it again?
921206
Chill dear !!! it's nothing like that.\nit's fine even doctor also prefer to donate blood once in a six month so that the new blood forms n circulation takes place.\nit's pains a bit when the man put's syringe in ur hand.then nothing.\nand after words untill n unless ur too weak u won't get ne stress or problem.\nbut do not donate blood if ur underweight...i.e.less then 50 kg
891059
ok i am a honost person \nyes that happened to me once\nlol
401466
yeap.. but they are not the same from a couple of years ago... they still drink ur blood if you offered it to them.. pretty cool
602277
When you donate blood you can't do anything strenuous for 24 hours.  So if you had plans to go jogging or play basketball that would be out.  However, if you're just going to hang out with friends you'll have no problem.\n\nIt's not uncommon to feel a little lightheaded immediately after giving blood, but they'll typically make you sit around for 15-30 minutes afterward to make sure you're okay.\n\nWhen I give blood I sometimes get lightheaded.  I always have them raise my feet up while I'm giving blood and that makes the problem go away.\n\nGood going on being willing to donate.  More people should.
1181229
I've donated plasma about 100+ times so I believe it's perfectly safe. Only stopped for medical reasons not related to my blood. Had been donating every fortnight for quite a period.\n\nBecause the blood volume is reduced it takes less to get drunk afterwards. Also your body is trying to replace the plasma without the stress of handling the alcohol.
748571
Yes. When I ritually sacrifice virgins I always keep a little blood left over to fill my children's water wings with.
631435
well i gave it away I never bleed.. but it was like weird.. there was a pressure and I couldnt really tell what was going on.. it could be because the guy is like maybe 4ines long but yeah it wasnt as cracked up as i thought it would be... and because i didn it it was harder for me not to with my next bf.. because i already gave it up what was i holding on too.. i kinda regret losing when i did.. but cant take it back.. just make sure your not pressured into it... youll regret it later if you do
989468
I used to live on the streets for 8 months because of a drug addiction problem. I slept sitting upright in a bus terminal on most nights [I was 5-months-pregnant at the time]. There was a janitor that came in every day at 5:00AM, and if he found me asleep, he used a high-pressure water hose [like the ones firemen use] to chase me away. One day, I took some blood from another addict's vein who was infected with HIV, Hepatitis B & C [I was only infected with Hep. C]; paid the guy a couple of dollars to let me take the blood from him. I mixed the blood with water in a syringe to prevent it from coagulating, and kept it in my pant's pocket. I waited for the janitor to show up for work; as he was sitting with his back to me sipping a cup of coffee, I surreptitiously walked until I was right behind him, stuck the needle in his upper arm and injected him with the infected blood. When he realized what had happened, he started weeping like a baby. I told him "just a little token to remember me by to the end of your life". He had a nerve attack, and even peed in his pants. To this day, I've never seen him again; one of his coworkers told me that he quit his job and was in a deep depression. I hope that taught him not to abuse the disadvantaged of this world. On my part, I went to rehab, enrolled in college, got a bachelor's and a master's degrees in Nursing, and have never touched drugs again.
932814
I was run over by a car when I was 11 years old.  I was completely pinned under the car.  I could not move at all.  I had my life go before my eyes as I watched the tire proceed to come towards my head.  The tire would have run over my head.  I had nothing left so I cried out for Jesus to save me.  Jesus did save me under that car.  I was moved even though I could not move.   All that I suffered were 3rd degree scrapes.  I nearly had a whole through my cheek.  At the hospital the doctor had to pick stones out of my face.  I walked away and my wounds healed in 3 months.  I barely have a scar today.  I have just enough of a scar to remind me that Jesus saved me.\n\nI have also seen the child of a family friend who fell out of a tree and got caught by his neck between two branches.  This kid died in that tree.  He was pronounced as being dead for more than 20 minutes at the scene.  He was dead when they took him out of the tree.  It was prayer by his mother (a Christian) to Jesus  that resurrected him.  This kid did have brain damage.  But the last that I heard he was learning how to walk again and he was getting high 90's in school.  I have talked with him about his miracle.  His name is Michael.\n\nDoctors say that if you are braindead for more than 12 minutes you will be a vegetable even if they can revive your body.
411126
the first time i passed out was after running through a field being chased by kids i was running towards a man and a dog becuase we thought the other kids wouldnt beat us up because he was an adult there was five of us and ten of them so we ran and as we got closer he pulled up a shoal like hood covered his head and dissappeared  as did the dog\ni remember his face and what the dog looked like\neveryone who was there just stopped and and strted crying or went hysterical the kids who where gonna kick the shit out of us ended up taking me to hospital as i had passed out we all kinda met up briefly a few weeks later and decided it was a ghost even the kids chasing us saw the man
1067742
I have had it happen to me a couple of times.\n\nThe most memorable was when I was 17, staying home alone from work with a flu and really bad fever. I knew I was in trouble, and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to cool my forehead, and the Tylenol to take. Halfway there, I looked down, and thought, "well, I'm going to have trouble getting this stuff if I don't have real hands." I then realized I couldn't see my hands or feet, turned around, and still saw myself lying on the couch while I was standing in the middle of the living room. I knew at that point that I had a choice. I looked out the door, and back at my body. I thought about my situation, and enjoyed looking around, guiding my floating a bit through thought, and having rather deep thoughts about how fun death seemed. But then I thought "What about Mom? I can't do this to my family....and there's other stuff for me to do first." After a few seconds, I decided to go back, even though being out-of-body certainly seemed fun. I just wasn't ready not to be alive. As soon as I made the decision, I took a few steps toward my body, and then "snapped" back and was inside. I was not breathing and my heart wasn't beating, and it was the most awful feeling I've ever experienced. I sent a powerful thought to my heart "Beat, d--- you!!!" and after a couple more seconds it finally went "lub..... dub....lub..dub...lubdub...." The second most awful thing was that my chest wasn't reflexively breathing by then...I then had to force that first breath. Anoxia is agonizing. The muscles didn't want to move at first, and then finally they did, and the air seared my lungs. After thrashing around for a bit until the pain reduced, I got up WITH my body and got the Tylenol and the wet washcloth. I took my temperature.... 104! I took three Tylenol instead of two, and forced myself into a cool water bath..brrrrrr.\n\nI've had other OBE's, but that one is the easiest to describe, and the only one during serious illness (which is more easy for those who have not experienced one to relate to). I found that it generally takes serious stress to the body for it to happen for me (anaphylaxic allergic reactions to various medications or ant stings, long-term severe anxiety due to life crises, etc.), and I don't seek out the experience...it is too dangerous as I still want to live (I'm a mom, teacher, and just have too much going on to leave it now). \n\nOn the other hand, having this and the other OBE's has resulted in my NOT fearing death. I hate and am terrified of pain... but death? I don't WANT to die...but I also am not afraid of it. Just like I don't want to spend so much on gas...but I'm not afraid of the gas pump...lol!\n\nIt also has brought me into a deeper relationship with G-d. I have no question that G-d exists (things that happened in other OBE's that I can't describe here...too personal), and I feel nothing but love and awe for the Creator. I am Jewish, but I also am fully aware of all our different faiths as just different ways for us to "look" at the same thing given our physical and mental limitations. I enjoy the philosophy, particular view of G-d, and rituals of Judaism, not to mention that it is my family's heritage. However, the religion itself is not important except to building your spiritual comfort, sense of community in G-d, and a framework for personal reflection...the relationships between your heart and G-d, and your deeds and your fellow humans, are what are important when everything is said and done.
508966
Yes.  My ex beat and tortured me for 4 long years.  He nearly killed me and I nearly lost our child when pregnant.  He cheated and mentally abused me so bad that I couldn't even hold my head up.  I finally escaped after nearly being killed.  In my agony I prayed for God for vengeance...not long after I got away from him, he suffered a nearly fatal accident.  He was 'huffing' the chemical freon when it caused him to pass out.  While passed out, the can rolled in front of his face and kept spraying.  After he was found, he died twice and was jumped with the paddles.  He was in a coma for 3 months and had 13 plastic surgeries for the 3rd degree burns on his face.  He lost an eye and suffered permanent scars.  Every surgery felt like a lit match on his skin.  Even though something so devastating would have been possible because of his lifestyle, I truly believe it was fate, God, karma, whatever that interviened because of how horrible he treated another human being who only was fool enough to love him.  I also try to live by the idea of what comes around goes around, it's a good believe that will keep you in check and helps to make you a better person.
881358
When I first gave blood, they sent me a donor's card that told me my blood type.  And then they told me on every piece of mail they ever sent me after that.  D@mn type O universal donor nonsense!  They don't tell you right away, though, because they don't do any sort of testing (other than the anemia one) on your blood there.  It takes awhile.  But they do send you something.\n\nYou aren't supposed to give more blood for a couple of months after you donate.  Doctor's offices do take a pretty small sample, though.  However, just to be safe, I'd wait to give until after the physical, and ask my doctor while I was there.
861328
Yes I have. I didn't know it until many years later, but here's what happened. When I was 12, I broke my arm right in the elbow joint. I had to undergo surgery. I remember seeing myself laying on the table and the doctor standing over me, working on my arm. I remember trying to look over him to see what he was doing. When I saw my own blood, I got scared and went into the hallway! I saw my mom and dad sitting in the waiting room. Dad was reading the newspaper, and mom was doing a crossword puzzle! That's all I really remembered, but I never told anybody about this because I just thought it was a dream! Then, many years later, it just came up in conversation one day. When I described what I'd seen, my mom and dad just looked at each other in amazement! They couldn't believe I'd seen exactly what they were doing! So that's when we knew it was more than just a dream. I've heard this is not that unusual for people when going under aneshesia. But I've never met anyone else that had this happen to them.
1155409
Well , I think I might have had one once, but it wasn't meant to be that way.. My brother had hit his head and split it open to where you could see the bone blood was everywhere. We where running to my parents to tell them but the weird thing is that I dont remember it from running behind him I remember it from looking down on him from above the trees. I still dont know how or why I would remember it like that till this day..
562234
Im a BLOOD !!!\nkeep in on the b life baby !!!
1035011
My ex was abusive,threw me downstairs at 6 months pregnant.Threatened me with acid so no one would look at me again.beat me battered me.One day I decided enough,so I hung myself.He came home a few seconds later and saved my life.I was blue,my lips were blue.He gave me mouth to mouth.