KARMAS
Apologizing to Alya

Not for Business, Sales. Just to give, I need a fight.

But today my struggle is not in vain. The Struggle for Blood Donation!

Every three months, I sign up. But he was rejected more often than he accepted. The reason, sometimes when the blood pressure is low. While normally, my blood pressure is always low, 100/70. Sometimes the HB is less, minimum HB Blood 12.5 - 17 ever I was only 10.

“Kalo HB is related to diet, manyin eat foods that contain fiber, vegetables, protein” ” Once the advice of the doctor.

What is not lacking is weight!

So every time I want to be a donor I really prepare myself beforehand. Really true Intention. Sleep at least 5 hours before. The food intake was really I noticed. Minimum breakfast 3 hours before.

For this one related to the latest Health Minister Regulation in 2015 related to Blood Transfusion, that to be able to donors at least fasting at least 3 hours before, this is to maintain good blood quality, so that the donor can be at least fasting at least 3 hours before, not turbid.

Though I had just eaten bread at 8 am, still the doctor advised me to wait until 11 to get the blood drawn. Because carbohydrates from bread can also make blood turbid.

“If all the requirements have been met, but the blood does not meet the standards how Dok?” My toot.

“Ya dumped, Darling right. Donor mother will make given to people, not to be discarded”.

A donor next to me started to measure his blood pressure. Then the doctor saw the face of the father's father, there were reddish spots. “The father has had smallpox?”  Ask directly.

The father nodded while grimacing.

“How long has it been?”.

“Korea week”.

Directly the doctor opened the tensiometer that had been wrapped around his arm, and did not get measured.

Directly rejected.

Especially smallpox which causes viruses. DHF pain alone must wait a minimum of 3 months to be able to donor. Typus must wait 6 months to be able to donor.

“Why can it be that long huh Doc?’ Ask again. Donors are hard, I thought.

“Because his own body still needs blood. He is sick, his stamina must be maintained in order to quickly recover. So for the health of the donor himself”

Oohs...

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I smiled seeing him. Very amusing. I remembered my HP, when it fell under the bottom, forgot I took it. I hope no friends contacted me.

I am often angry because it is difficult to contact. Frequent miss calls. How not to miss a call to take it hard. Kolong. Away, in. Sometimes even brooms do not reach. I have to shift the bed. The bed is heavy, sometimes I have to wait for you to come to the same lift.

Ahhe..

Maybe next time in addition to body health prepare before the donor, I also have to prepare the appearance and gadget fully charged, so that it can be captured and then posted on social media, who knows many inspired. Participate in donor. So itung itung shiar too.

Shamefully no...

Although never expect Likes, it feels if you want to post on social media must think a thousand times. That's why I'm often surprised, there are people who just say good morning.....

continue to graze 300 people. Am I the one who was riding? Less update. I'm just guessing maybe this friend is already an official, whatever he says directly in Like all his men.

Maybe I'm ngiri. My quest to get likes in my posts, at most five seeds.

How appalling.

Oh naw. I got over 100 likes in an hour. That's the post I tagged to Bright. It turns out that's all Bright's friends

Finally after about 15 minutes my mind drifted to where, mas officer cut the blood hose clamp the part that is still attached to my arm, and press the hose while pushing the blood that is still there into the blood bag, then tie it.

The rest of the blood from the hose still stuck to my arm was put into a small bottle of a small bottle for the sample. Pulling the needle out of the vein in my left hand and attaching the tensoplas to the needle marks.

I am grateful, finally my struggle is not in vain, God allows. Today I made it to a 350 cc donor.

I looked at my donor book, and it turned out to be the twenty. Each year only managed an average of 2 times the donor. Ever since my body ran out of blood and it was so hard to get blood that matched my blood type, I always imagined how my father's face was so panicked, she said, anxious and even angry at the red cross officer because of bureaucratic problems, when I was in a coma after childbirth first...

I saw my father smiling again.

I don't know how much my donor couldn't pay off my debt to someone who would willingly donate blood for me at the time of my first visit. This is all I can do to give my blood back to those in need.

Blood for life.

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