This is my last fainting story - for now. However, life is not over and I am still squeamish. If I ever see that movie where the guy cuts off his own arm, I may very well have my next installment...
This story takes place when I was a teenager and attending the small church school I went to essentially all my school years. For some reason, our science class took a field trip to the hospital lab where my father worked as a medical technologist. I have no clue what we were there to see or how it was related to our class. What I do remember is the blood bank portion of the lab tour.
This is where things began to go down hill.
While giving our class what I'm sure was fascinating and valuable information, one of the techs was holding up a rather large bag of someone's blood.
Someone's deep red blood.
The funny thing is, I didn't even realize the blood bag was affecting me. Maybe being contained in the bag helped - if it had been free flowing I'd been out cold in two seconds flat.
Of course, if it had been free flowing, we would have had much bigger problems...
We students were leaning on nearby desks as the woman spoke. I honestly do not remember much at this point other than slowing checking out of reality and leaning over until my head was nearly resting on the nearest person's shoulder. A person who happened to be one of the...well...let's say awkward boys in school.
I suppose someone must of noticed my even paler than usual state, and sat me down.
I'm sure my father was near by, shaking his head.
Or laughing hysterically.
Eventually, I pulled myself together, and - mercifully - the field trip ended.
As if the day could have been any more unpleasant, my friend informed me that the guy next me - the one I leaned on whilst fainting - thought I was making a move. Yes, a move.
Because, what better place to make a move than in front of your father and giant bags of blood?
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