So I’m having to rewrite 80% of this goddamn rant because the internet at the Plasma Donation Center didn’t save this properly…
This is just adding on to how pissed I am right now. I’m gonna just say that there have been a total of 2 severe instances of careless practices in this center. The first one was early July last year. It was my literal second time donating. And I was really only doing it because my friend needed me to go a second time with him for him to get a referral bonus.
We are now a week removed from the incident…
The preface of the rant above was me attempting to find a will to write after writing 90% of a huge post with one hand. My left one in fact, because the nurse I had fuck up my left arm and re-stuck the needle in my right arm. Meaning I had to use my fucked up left arm to type, and oh I did.
I’ve now got more shit to talk about, but let’s start again with last July.
Last year: The incident that kept me from donating
It was pretty much the same as the first time I went. Except, whoever the nurse was that stuck me, dug the needle in too deep. Not only does that fuckin hurt, but it doesn’t get as much blood.
And once I got to like 80%, it just stopped it’s progress. This was before they had armrests or the little blood pressure pumps. So they just resorted to telling patients to pump and squeeze their hand. They still do this, but it’s really unnecessary.
So, I just kinda waited there at 80 percent for like 40 minutes without them checking up on me or even noticing. Then my arm was asleep and my hand was both asleep and cramped to the extreme.
So I called the nurse over, and she just told me to keep squeezing.
The bitch really just jumped out of me!
“I’ve been squeezing this damn hand for 40 minutes at 80%. Now it hurts too damn much, can one of ya’ll please just come over here.” I didn’t yell it, but it was loud enough that everybody there heard. I was not getting ignored anymore.
And then when I EVENTUALLY got finished, the dude that took me off said I was only getting the base pay instead of the beginner’s bonus I was promised. This was because my friend didn’t bring me there quick enough to get the bonus.
I was livid. I had speed walked my way out of there, only to hear that I forgot my big ass purse in the cubby. Had to power walk back and then speed walk back out, some dude was like “damn she’s trying to escape.” Literally everyone but me was laughing. I almost laughed, but that saline had me in panic.
Slightly over a year later…
Still low key mad about it, cause I only just started doing it again this month, and they gave me the full starter bonus even though I was still in the system. And they have the arm pumps attached to the machines now, so it’s no issue.
The only issue I’ve had recently was with one of the nurses. And I want to preface the next part by saying she was a nice person, who I think has only a little too much fun. The problem is, my fuckin blood and time is involved, so take that clownery to another patient.
Crystal, the old young lookin, clown asshole from the Plasma Donation Center
So Israel and I both have the same donation days. And before donating, I hadn’t eaten or drank anything because I spent all day practicing for my driver’s test (which I passed). So when we met up he said congratulations. The day was a good day.
We got up on the seats, next to each other, because that’s the order the line went anyway. But then Crystal told me to move over to the back because she needed someone to use that machine before they turn it off for whatever fucking reason.
The nightmare begins…
After like 20 minutes they finally get to me. And that already irks me because Israel and I were going to be hooked up right before she asked me to move. And we already were kept waiting to that point.
She gets over to me, and you’d think that’s where we begin… WRONG!!!
What I know about her:
She’s gotta be in her late 40s at least. This isn’t really much of a guess, I’m just judging from her oldest child being 28. She has 8 kids, and she’s pregnant with the 9th one currently. She had gotten an eviction notice but was able to dispute the claim.
Crystal smokes, has been a nurse at this specific plasma center for about 8 months, and has a side-ish/used to be main gig as a literal clown. She gets hired for birthday parties for children, and a lot of the time the adults like playing around with her more than the children do.
Her oldest is 27, the next 2 are 22 and 23. The 3 after are teens, and the last 2 are infants. She has her oldest watch and take care of the infants while at work. And because she doesn’t make enough money to feed them as much, she has her parents take care of the teens.
Monika, why do you know this much about Crystal?
Because her ass never SHUTS UP! She was over near my machine for 25 more minutes just giggling and talking and shit. Fuming. But it doesn’t end there. She then sticks me without paying attention, it hurt a little but that I didn’t mind. After 20 minutes more, for whatever reason, she decides she needs to re-stick me…
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I’m gonna be just the tiniest bit over-dramatic, but the following will be the full truth.
She pulls the needle out, again carelessly. This time hurt like hell, in a way that I was not used to or prepared for. And the blood floods out while she’s trying to get a new needle. Thank god I had napkins because her ass was not paying attention.
What followed was excruciating. She then proceeded to jam the new needle in the same hole, but because the vein was too open proceeded to pull the needle in and out a literal 20 times. I could feel like 5-7 veins get shanked a couple of times each. I
kept moaning in pain and she ignored it. It was a sharp jolt everywhere each time she did that. Crystal finally let it settle in, and she went to get the plastic tube connector. Because of that, she let go of the tube that was attached to the needle that was in my arm.
You wanna talk about motherfucking bloodshed?
As she dropped it, blood flung everywhere! And of course, I freak the fuck out and yelp as blood starts flowing onto the seat. She was like “what is it?” I’m panting and can feel the blood rushing out of me. Not completely aware of why or how, but feeling the blood flow out via machine is much different than this situation.
I definitely wasn’t gonna faint, but that shit had me scared. How does Crystal respond? She’s just like “oh… you had me thinking it was something serious.” And then proceeded to hold the leaky tube while continuing to try to grab the tube to the machine. Blood still somewhat leaking out of the needle tube because she’s not holding it steady, BECAUSE SHE’S NOT FUCKING PAYING ATTENTION!!!
This is where panic and fear turn into COMPLETE BLISTERING OUTRAGE
I can feel my damn arm go to sleep, she finally has the tubes connected and then looks at me. “Why you lookin at me like that, it isn’t that much blood.”
There is blood on my arm, shorts, shirt, legs, on the damn seat, and a few droplets on the other side of the seat. It was a fuckin mess. And where she re-stuck me with the needle hurt like hell because of all the damage done previously. Needless to say, I just glared at her. If I start making a scene, and the other nurses know that Crystal fucked up, I suffer.
They’ll give me the 60 day deferral from donating even they were the ones that fucked up. I just bit my tongue, but she fully got the message.
Alright, this is totally the end of the story… … … …
Obviously, this train-wreck had to continue. 20 minutes after that hellish situation, Crystal comes back and says she’s gonna have to re-re-stick me. Yes, this actually happened. At this point she said fuck it, I’m gonna have to do the other arm. Which was somewhat relieving, somewhat horrifying. This is because, she’s gonna have to do exactly what she did earlier, but essentially reaching across, my chair and body to access the machine.
For some reason my right arm, and not my left, has lots of dark patches from eczema. Crystal noticed and decided to lecture me about how vitamin E would help to get rid of it. Though she eventually stopped fucking talking, because I wasn’t responding with anything but glares. Yeah she was much more careful that time. Because my right arm has better blood flow, she kept asking me why I wouldn’t use that arm normally.
Didn’t answer because even if it wasn’t rhetorical, fuck Crystal.
The reason why I don’t like sticking my right arm.
The same reason everyone else chooses their left. So they could be on their phones. I think I may have mentioned it in the last posts I made; I enjoy typing this stuff up while sitting there getting blood drawn for an hour. If not just playing chess online or literally anything else. It’s much harder to do that with my left.
That’s why this whole incident stings mentally also, both my arms were fucked. Meaning I had to wait out the hour while in pain with nothing to do. When Crystal stuck my right arm, it didn’t splat around like earlier, but there was still more spilled blood for no reason. And the needle hurt like hell like the other times.
The cherry on top of everything that visit.
Even with all this disaster, I was still pretty much done at the exact same time as Israel. I think it’s because girls get done there quicker, and because his got paused at some point for whatever reason. But then, he got disconnected and I was just waiting. And this waiting continued on for 30 minutes, with cold ass saline in my system, before I finally got taken off.
But there was one moment when one of the dudes that worked in the back came out and was low-key roasting Crystal. He was talking about how, she broke the cup she was holding with her nails because she wasn’t paying attention. I was like damn, a plastic cup? It was fucking hilarious.
Once I was off the machine, I had to go back around and grab my purse from the previous cubby. The dude who was sitting in the chair that the cubby belonged too was like. “Awww damn, she had you move over there?” I just shook my head and he started dying laughing. This time though, I didn’t have the strength to power walk any-damn-where. I damn near limped to the exit, with both my arms bandaged up. I could see the security guard pitying me on my way out.
There’s still one more tidbit I have to bring up.
This of course was not the last time I dealt with Crystal. 2 days after, I woke up really early for my donation day. And went there before it opened hoping that I could avoid Crystal. 5 minutes before it opened however, I see her leave her car, and head toward the entrance. I almost laughed, because I knew for a fact that I would get her no matter how many nurses would be sticking people.
Hod playing another dick joke on me. And it was ultra effective. After waiting forever for everyone to get setup. I got to lay down third, with three others taking the first, second, and fourth spot respectively. Of course there was one nurse who wasn’t Crystal, trying to stick all four of us. Crystal was in the back changing.
This is how I know this directly had something to do with my Karma.
As she was almost finished with the second person, Crystal came up with the shelf while walking directly towards me. I was literally screaming NO over and over and over while looking at the other nurse. But she had already skipped over me and went to the fourth person in our row.
So out of the 4 that were sitting there, the single person that gets sticked by Crystal is me… Can’t make this shit up. I really cackled a little bit. Fortunately for me, this time she was tired and somewhat depressed and less talkative. Praise whatever higher power that chose to give me a little MERCY.
This went smoothly, didn’t hurt like last time. But there was still blood leaking from the hole where I got stuck. And this is me using my right arm because I wanted her nowhere near my left. No other nurse has ever had blood leak from my arm when sticking me, even the several new ones that I’ve gotten sticked by. And for that, I just can’t forgive Crystal.
I know this thing is dragging on, but I have 2 more things on my mind.
It’s been a couple of weeks since all that. Haven’t been sticked by Crystal yet. It seems like her along with several of the other experienced nurses are leaving soon. So holding out that she either leaves or gets fired. The more donations I do early in the day, the more shit I hear people talk. I’m very much here for that drama.
And one of them, who has the same days as I do said Crystal was nice but fucks up a-lot cause she doesn’t stop talking. And you know, I have been reaffirmed several times in my life that I’m right in my thinking. Still, I always enjoy the validation of being correct.
Of course I told the entire line of people what she did and showed them the scar.
Recovering:
While it’s finally not painful to the touch, and my arm doesn’t get sharp pains from stretching, I still won’t forgive. There is a scar and a lump where all the shanking took place. It literally felt like she went fishing in my arm with a needle. And now, I’m gonna have to explain to the other nurses why they need to avoid that hole. They are trained to look for pre-existing holes because that means a vein is there.
It even felt like my bicep got popped. I reallyy only donate now out of necessity. And I am not excited to deal with the next fuckup at the Plasma Donation Center.
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