I had bloody day on the 5th, I went to the New England Red Cross Blood Drive on the navy yard Wednesday. To start things off, I forgot my wallet in so I had no money for food, Well, I did have a buck but that didn't travel far. I went to the base gym were drive happens every first Wednesday of each month and went through the process of giving blood.

When I reach the bench the nurse took one look at me and said I was too pale. I'm very pale to start with and I don't like needles much... at all. She sent me to the cantina for food and drink to flush me up. I had some pizza, doughnuts, fruit juice, and water, plus a scolding from the ladies that where running the cantina, for not eating enough.

After eating I returned for a second try, by then I was nervous and was trying humor to calm myself down, which wasn't helping much and I think distracted the male nurse (Roland is his name, I think.) that was planting (Or whatever you call it.) the needle because it hurt a lot and he missed the vein. He quickly realized that we (I mean Him and Me) needed help and a female nurse after a quick look sank the needle into the vein.

Four minutes and thirty seconds later the bag was full, Roland started to unhook me while he was filling the sample tubes one of the six tubes my blood leaked. He pulled out which way less painful than going in, I did the arm in the air while applying pressure bit.

They released me to the cantina by this time I had pee bad, so I dropped my stuff off at the cantina and when to take care of the issue as I was leaving the sink I felt water on my arm without thinking I rubbed the water off onto my t-shirt and returned to the cantina.

As I was arriving a guy at the suddenly said "Fuck, your arm's bleeding!" as he (I think it was a he) pointed at me I looked down and my arm and hand was covered in blood, I pressed my right hand to the gauze pad to stopped the bleeding, the gauze pad was once white but by now it was purple. Someone yelled at me to get my arm up in the air. I was directed to a donation bench, were another Male nurse removed the old pad replaced it with another. By now the blood had stopped leaking, he wrapped the pad on with a pressure wrap (Neon Green).

Brian Reed, a good friend and fellow member of shop 64P escorted me to the bathroom to clean up. As I was heading for bathroom I could see all the drips of blood I had spilled on floor, the urinal, the sink, then I realize it was on shirt, shoes and jeans as well.

After I was cleaned up, I then returned to return to the cantina for more pizza, doughnuts, fruit juice, and water. Brian Reed walked me back to shop, were I picked my hardhat and a lot of flak about my trouble giving blood, I then went back to the boat and retrieve my tool bag so I could go home which I did. I have nothing more to say because its dull and has nothing do with this story.