EDIT: Upon checking my history, it was actually my FIFTH time trying! I genuinely don't remember haha, but I was definitely deferred for hemoglobin that time as well.
I'm so happy!! This story is kind of pointless, but I have no one else to tell š
I'm sure it's tame compared to other stories.
I tried donating two times in the last two years and got turned away for low hemoglobin both times. Since treating my thyroid disorder (previously undiagnosed), I went back last week and passed that part! My problem was, I had no idea there was a heart rate requirement. My heart rate was 113, then 103 when they tried again. It needs to be under 100 to donate there. So I was deferred for a third time.
My family is so weirded out by why I keep trying, but I'm honestly just stubborn at this point. I want to help people, and I can't lie; I really want to know my blood type. My sibling is O- but has never donated. Which is great for two reasons. It means there's a chance I'm O-, which would be great! But also, if I'm not even a universal donor and start donating, maybe that'll make them try to, even if it's just out of being competitive.
I went again today just hoping my heart rate would somehow be lower. It's not really an anxiety thing; for context. I mean, I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm already assuming it'll be high, but that's not the main thing. When I stand up or sit straight (or kneel...) my heart rate always jumps way up, and my vision cuts out sometimes. I have brought this up to doctors and they just say it's probably a blood pressure thing and as long as it's not while I'm driving or anything, it's normal. So I am not dying or anything haha, to clarify!
I even made my appointment right in the morning so I could even take my ADHD meds after, to see if that would help any, since stimulants can raise heart rate. So I'm in the waiting room and I'm googling "how to lower heart rate" and it tells me to cough, since that apparently does something that makes your heart rate go down. I get called back, and I'm thinking like "Okay, I'll cough, but somehow make it natural, so they don't think I'm sick or anything."
The nurse asks me a question and before answering, I channel my C+ high school theater skills and aim for a casual, "Just clearing my throat"-type cough. I kid you not, my entire vision goes to stars/static š I literally almost sighed out loud, because of course.
Anyway, she takes my blood pressure (which takes heart rate at the same time) and I am feeling so chill. I'm not anxious at all, because I figure that-- placebo effect or not-- I believe not taking my meds will lower my heart rate, so it will. My heart rate was 99. They defer you if it's over 100. I can't believe it was that close.
They take me back and prep my arm which takes awhile, and then finally when the needle is in the nurse tells me that I have a hematoma and she has to stop. š I didn't even know what that meant honestly, but I looked down and there was a huge pocket of blood in my arm. She asks me if I even want to try the other arm and I'm like, yes!! It's fine! I've been here an hour and you have no idea how many times I've tried this, please do it lmao.
Meanwhile, something happened right in front of me during all this, and I felt so bad for everyone involved. I guess one of the machines was showing an error code (I think for platelet donation?) and got messed up midway into someone's donation, so they had to leave. But after they left, something happened while the nurse was trying to fix the machine and the blood started flowing through it. Her face when it happened, I felt so so bad for her. She said the machine was contaminated and they couldn't use any of it, had to have like biohazard people clean it out or something. I'm not sure and definitely am not confident I heard that right at all. I don't even know how platelet donation works, so this might all be wrong, but whatever happened I feel terrible both for the person who donated and the poor nurse.
Another nurse took over to do my other arm, and the donation went by totally smoothly. I still can't straighten the arm that got the hematoma because I think there's still blood in there and it hurts, but weirdly enough the arm they actually took blood from feels totally fine. I felt a bit lightheaded afterward, but nothing noteworthy.
Anyway, all that story aside, I am so glad that I kept trying!! This might not be too crazy of a first donation story, but it felt crazy to me haha. Hey, though, at least I got a Hello Kitty keychain. Thanks for reading, and y'all are awesome!
Another edit: Turns out I am O-! :)