Wasn't worth it

...selling my plasma, that is. It was about one of the worst experiences ever, and I can't see doing it again, not even for $30. Hell, not even for $40 which is what I would make if I went back this week.

At first, the experience rated a 3 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the best experience of your life and 1 being Hell on earth. And the only reason it rated as high as a 3 was b/c I found the whole fact that I was even there a little amusing. Plus I knew that no matter what happened I would learn something from it, and sometimes you can't place a price on experience no matter how many autobiographies you read! So that's why it rated as high as a 3 although if I had been in a different frame of mind, on a different day, I wouldn't have even waited long enough to get the whole experience under my belt. It was just my good luck that I was finishing up Comanche Moon, where Capt. Inish Scull is walking into Mexico to retrieve his stolen war horse, Hector, from the deadly torturer Ahumado, and although Capt. Scull knows he is walking into certain danger, torture, and perhaps death, he doubted there was a happier man alive than he!

So today my right arm has got a good-looking bruise on it, and that's not even the arm they got the plasma out of. I spent all day in a ghetto living room surrounded by loud, low-class people (90% blacks) comparing their jail experiences. I was at the plasma center for over 6 hours and got violently ill. I still don't know how I managed to keep it together and amazingly enough, even drive myself home. I spent the rest of the day and night on the couch, unable to do much more than just lie there. I couldn't even straighten my right arm, it hurt so much. I was terribly thirsty and drank so much water the rest of the weekend and I don't even know where it went; I assume my body was processing it as fast as it could.

But like I said, at least I learned something which is: I am not desperate enough to make $30 doing this. It definitely was not worth sitting in a dirty ghetto living room with the criminal element, getting so sick I was out of commission for an entire day, and having both my arms tortured and my veins infiltrated by incompetents so that now I look like a heroin junkie. L. and Mudflap both agreed that's what I look like! Man, Blood Center, I'll be coming back to you as soon as I can to give it to you for free!