A few weeks ago, I looked on the NHS website and found the next available date to give blood, which I promptly put in the calendar on my phone. For some reason, the alarm didn't go off to remind me when the day rolled around and I missed it. The next available Donor Day I couldn't make as I was at work and so I put the third available Donor Day in my calendar: today. I noticed the event early this morning and thus had it in my mind all day that I was going to give blood, as it is something that has been on my
bucket list for some time. But why?
When I told my grandparents and my mum, they all asked me why I wanted to, as did my boyfriend when I said I'd meet him after work and he could accompany me. Honestly, I couldn't think of an answer. Because I want to. My motivations are completely selfish if you ask me: I did it to feel good about myself, to know that I could have possibly helped save someone's life. But whether they are selfish or not, it is a good deed. And this is how my ordeal went.
