Out of point.
Once again, another failed attempt for donating blood. Sigh. I felt so defeated, though I really don't have much control over it (except eating more iron supplements?)
This morning when my neighbours told me that anti-malaria drugtakers can't donate blood for 3 years, I had a foreboding feeling. Yes, a bit exaggerating, but somehow I knew I can't pass the interrogation before the actual donation.
Well, I'm not exactly bent on donating blood, but I think blood donation is seriously a good way in which I can help the less fortunate without any financial cost. Maybe, I'm not fated to donate blood. Haha. Ridiculous!
Another event to add into my list of purposeless living: I can't donate blood.
Am I showing suicidal signs?
Hahahahhahahahahhahahahaha. I'm seriously ok.
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