American Red Cross

I haven’t written a review in a while and I regret this one is for a bad experience.
After receiving a billion phone calls saying that I was eligible to donate again, I figured I would set up an appointment at the Lindell main Red Cross office. As the main office they should be well staffed and I should be in and out right?
I arrived on time but waited in the waiting room for ten minuets until they started to process me.
The nurse was rushing and moving uncomfortably fast with only one other person in the room at the time. Why are you rushing when you are about to stick my arm! That alone made me nervous.
Everything was going well until it was time to fill up the test tubes at the end. I guess there wasn’t enough pressure but next thing I know the nurse was moving the needle around in my arm and then proceeded to prod me twice, before spilling blood over the test tubes and the bag labels.
Frantically cleaning off the bags and the test tubes that were not all full she takes the needle out and wipes alcohol into the puncture causing it to burn!
I had to wait several minuets for another nurse to draw blood from my other arm to fill the rest of the test tubes.
I got in at around 7:30 and left at 8:45am, with an arm that is still sore.
I probably will donate blood again but it seems like the mobile stations are way more efficient and convenient. I walked to one downtown from my office last time.
I feel bad about scaring off potential donors, but wanted to say: be weary, I guess donations don’t always go as well as Tracy W’s!

Earmuffs, needle-​phobes.
Convenient is the first thing that comes to mind when reaching for a description of yesterday’s blood donation experience.
Saturday hours, easy parking (lot), reminder phone call, and FAST FAST FAST!!!
I’m one of those freaks who regularly donates blood, and normally the questionnaire is ridiculously long, and you end up having to wait even if you have an appointment. Not so here. I was being invasively questioned about my drug use and sex life right on time, and I was on the gurney within minutes. The phlebotomist didn’t waste time with small talk, and with the gentleness of a spring day had inserted a needle into a vein not even Robert Pattinson could find.
Before I knew it I was sipping grape juice and hitting on the security guard.
Bonus points for the fact that they were playing a vampire movie on one of the TVs.
Also, they have one-​arm aphresis machines. If you remember the days when you had to needle-​up in both arms and become a human vacuum in order to donate platelets, get yer hiney over here. Won’t it be great leaving your regular appointment NOT looking like Amy Winehouse?