bloodsucker.

There is me. Lying. Waiting for the needle to tear my vein open at an exact random point. Yes, this is my first time that I've done this and i actually feel "filtered" - 100g out blood out, and in come the other 100g in the form of: food. Giving blood was not such a big deal. Seeing the huge needle in your arm was bit of a deal. But that passed. My mother kept screaming at me about the possible infections that might have entered my "fragile" body. And i was angry a bit, for she did not see the positive signs of this. Of course, things like that happen, but I feel good that i was part of something like this. It was scary to see that plastic blood-bag filling and filling and filling ... and i thought they were going to suck me dry. But naah. Haven't seen a needle in me for a long time. Had to try it. Even if it meant giving blood.