I've been donating plasma since contracting Covid in March '20, at first because I felt compelled to help when there were no proven treatments for Covid patients, and recently to continue checking my antibody levels (I've still got them, after 8 months!).
I have only been to two different blood donation locations, so my sample for comparison is not huge, but this location seems on par with the other. When you walk in, you're greeted by a couple volunteers, first to check you in, then to help you process your rapidpass if you filled one out. There are several tables in the snack area for relaxing and refilling after your donation; the table offers a selection of Nabisco treats and healthier nut and seed bars.
The staff is a mixed bag. The seemingly most senior nurse can be very short with donors. Each time I've interacted with her, she asks to see the email Red Cross sent. I'm sure there's a reason why, but I get an email about every day or two from Red Cross, so I never know which email she wants to see; apparently there was a miscommunication and I was down for a normal plasma donation rather than the convalescent Covid plasma. After looking at a couple emails of mine, she confirmed that I would do convalescent. I think she's been working with patients for a long time that she forgets we're all unique, even if she tends to deal with the same issue over and over again.
The nurses I've had getting me settled in and hooking me up are usually very friendly. There's music playing throughout the donation center (good music, in my opinion), and the process has been fairly smooth 2/3 times I've been. The time before last, the IV must have gone through my vein, causing a small hematoma when the blood was being put back in; when the machine beeped, the nurse came over, looked at the IV, then started the machine again. Shortly afterward, it beeped again, and I could see my skin ballooning up, which made me begin to feel nauseous. The nurse came back over, took a look, and said "did you turn your arm?" And I was like "...um...no?" I mean, I was sitting in the same spot as I had been, just watching TV. Then she goes "You turned your arm, you must have, and that's why the needle poked through."
I'll admit, it didn't feel great to have her tell me this was my fault, but honestly I started to feel like I was about to faint, I felt warm, and sweat began to bead up on my head. When she realized I was feeling a bit woozy, she relaxed a bit and realized I was just a regular dude and not mad or anything...she was more comforting, saying "sometimes we don't realize we turn our arms, it can happen without us even meaning to." I told her I felt nauseous and she brought a damp towel for my head and put an ice pack on my chest and said just to relax, asked if I needed water or a juice pack, and brought me one. After about 10 minutes, she checked in on me; I was feeling better. She gave me tips for icing the hematoma, which I followed (the bruising lasted for a few weeks, and I do not bruise easily).
Things don't always go as planned, and they can't control when patients "turn their arms." I'm not downgrading the business for the experience, just wanted to share that I think the staff can be very chill when things are going smoothly, but can get stressed out easily if they aren't. That said, the most recent time, everything went 100% smoothly, and I even got to make small talk with some folks in the snack area after our donations, something that I've sorely missed during the pandemic. read more