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vein rejection
Feb 2nd, 2010 by micah the admin

I was a poor student so I decided to join the club and “donate” my plasma. You’d think it would be a pretty straightforward process: walk in, give plasma, walk out with monetary compensation. ┬áBut no. The first visit is at least three hours of tests, interviews, paperwork, and ultra-large needle sticking. But I never made it to the needle part. About 40 minutes in, I was ushered into a small room with two chairs and a table. I was told to lay my arms on the table for inspection. The first girl looked at me, muttered something, went out and brought back another employee. He shook his head and went out and brought back someone in more official looking scrubs. This guy took my arm, tapped my vein, and did the same to my other arm, never making eye contact with me. Then he said, “Nope. Not what we’re looking for” and quickly left me alone in the room. I had to track down the first girl to finally understand that I had been rejected for the small size of my veins. Me and my sub-par veins had to sit in the waiting room for another two and half hours for my husband to get done.

Beth the Other Admin

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