I was very absent all these days, because I had several personal problems and the truth is that I did not feel like expressing myself. There are moments in life when there are cataracts of problems or uncomfortable situations and the only way to deal with them is to get through them. It reminds me of the situation when you are graduating in Jiu-Jitsu.
When your teacher gives you an award and you change belts all your classmates line up facing each other making an imaginary path and you have to pass through the path. When you pass you have to cover your head and pass slowly while your partners hit you with the belt. After going through that process of blows that you cannot avoid, and there are many, beyond the pain, you come out transformed and with a lesson, you are no longer the same. That's what I feel today. I am going through the bridge of the belts and I have to go through it. When all this is over I will come out better.
Among the things I had to do this weekend, one of them was to go and take blood for a family member who had to undergo surgery and needs blood donors. When I arrived at the place it was crowded with people and I waited while people were passing by. I was really surprised by the place and the aesthetics of the place. While I understand that it is not a shopping mall, the place was unpleasant and looked so ugly that I was hesitant to have my blood drawn because it made me unsure about the safety and hygiene of the method.
After almost two hours of waiting, they called me to sit in an office where they asked me a very extensive questionnaire about my history of illnesses, vaccinations, medications, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc. When they finished with this questioning, they did a blood test to see if my blood was suitable to be donated. They pricked the tip of my finger and with a stick they took that drop of blood and put it in a blue reagent. If my drop of blood sank I was fit to donate.
I sat back down and waited another half hour. They called me back and finally it was my turn to draw blood. I sat down and they explained a couple of things to me and then I was already with all the elements near me so that whoever was assisting me could show me while they were opening them to check their sterility and then they pricked me. I don't know why but I have a problem with people touching me when I have to go to draw blood or donate blood. He pricked me for the first time and didn't find the vein. Without taking the needle out he started digging under my skin. He pulled out his needle and poked me again and went back and dug under my skin one more time until he finally found my vein and blood started coming out.
Luckily after 10 minutes they were pulling the needle out and putting a cotton ball on me to wait a few minutes so I could finally leave and go on with the weekend. What a horrible thing to have blood drawn. I wish they would invent a bluetooth blood drawing system.
Estuve muy ausente todos estos días, porque estuve con varios problemas personales y la verdad estuve sin ganas de expresarme. Hay momentos en la vida en donde aparecen cataratas de problemas o situaciones incómodas y la única manera de transitarlas es pasarla. Me hace acordar a la situación de cuando estás siendo egresado en Jiu-Jitsu.
Cuando tu maestro te da una premiación y cambias de cinturón todos tus compañeros se ponen en fila enfrentados haciendo un camino imaginario y vos tenes que pasar por el camino. Cuando pasas tenes que cubrirte la cabeza y pasar despacio mientras tus compañeros te golpean con el cinturón. Después de pasar por ese proceso de golpes que no podes evitar, y son muchos, uno más allá del dolor sale transformado y con una enseñanza, ya no sos más el mismo. Eso siento hoy. Que estoy pasando por el puente de los cinturones y tengo que pasarlo. Cuando termine todo esto voy a salir mejor.
Entre las cosas que tuve que hacer este fin de semana una de ellas fue ir a sacarme sangre para un familiar que tuvieron que operar y necesita dadores de sangre. Cuando llegué al lugar estaba abarrotado de gente y me dispuse a esperar mientras iba pasando la gente. La verdad me sorprendió el lugar y la estética del lugar. Si bien entiendo que no es un shopping el lugar sinceramente era desagradable y parecía tan feo que sinceramente dudé si sacarme sangre porque me hacía no estar seguro sobre la seguridad y la higiene del método.
Después de casi dos horas de espera me llamaron para sentarnos en una oficina en donde me hicieron un cuestionario super extenso sobre antecedentes míos a nivel enfermedades, vacunas medicamentos, etc, etc, etc. Cuando terminaron con ese cuestionamiento, me hicieron una prueba de sangre para saber si mi sangre estaba apta para ser donada. Me pincharon la llema de un dedo y con un palito me sacaron esa gota de sangre y la pusieron en un reactivo de color azul. Si mi gota de sangre se hundía estaba en condiciones de donar.
Volví a sentarme y esperar media hora más. Me volvieron a llamar y finalmente me tocó sacarme sangre. Me siento y me explican un par de cosas y enseguida ya estaba con todos los elementos cerca mío para que quien me estaba asistiendo me enseñe mientras los abría para comprobar su esterilidad y ahí me pincharon. No sé por qué motivo pero tengo un problema con las personas que me tocan cuando tengo que ir a sacarme sangre o donarla. Me pinchó por primera vez y no encontró la vena. Sin sacar la aguja empezó a escarbar debajo de mi piel. Sacó su aguja y me volvió a pinchar y volvió a escarbar debajo de la piel una vez más hasta que finalmente encontró mi vena y empezó a salir sangre.
Por suerte después de 10 minutos estaban sacando la aguja y poniéndome un algodón para esperar unos minutos y finalmente poder irme y seguir el fin de semana. Que cosa horrible sacarme sangre. Ojalá inventen un sistema de extracción de sangre bluetooth.
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