After COVID, We Donate Plasma
After beating COVID and my isolation, I decided to donate plasma altruistically, to take advantage of this virus. My mom donated plasma for another cause 15 years ago, and she remembered it was bothersome, uncomfortable, and delayed:
They lay you down and put a needle in each arm, they take the blood, and they return it on the other side. You feel how the blood dances in your body.
Today it is easier. After being informed I was a candidate, the procedure was: they ask me to lay me down and put one needle, and that is it. I chose an episode from my favorite podcast with my left arm while my right arm was still. Furthermore, that was it. I did not feel anything inside of me, nothing. In the end, they gave me a certificate, a bracelet, and a full meal 🤤.
It does not hurt. There is no way to get the virus again, mainly because no one is doing it; the only human contact you have is with professionals.
When COVID makes you a threat, even though as asymptomatic does not feel like that, plasma donation gives back the dignity. It turns you in hope; it gives the sensation that those fifteen days were your preparation to save others. As if the virus turns into what one must live to achieve something bigger than ourselves.
With the plasma donation, one has a triumph sensation; for over sixty minutes, the health care personal give you a warm welcome to their world; one understands why they keep doing what they do. They are amazing. While isolation is loneliness, anguish, and uncertainty, plasma donation is them hugging you, applauding you, telling you the truth, and showing you a beautiful shine.
COVID took my aunt Yola, impeded the family to get together, and spread fear among us all, but thanks to plasma donation, I would like to think I could stop it. I met that stupid virus; I took that advantage to destroy it.
We are more asymptomatics; we can help those in need, and together join the extraordinary effort of the front lines and help.
