I Donated Blood at the National Blood Centre

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2004 was my last. On Monday, a fellow colleague, pledging its authenticity, forwarded an e-mail to about her ex-classmate’s dad needing blood for his heart surgery, scheduled on Wednesday (today!).

His blood type was the rare AB -ve. I immediately called the person (because my blood was B -ve) to confirm whether I could donate (yes, Biology wasn’t my favorite subject in school). So, immediately after lunch yesterday, I drove to Jalan Tun Razak, after getting directions from their amateurish official website. It was the left turning shortly after Istana Budaya, into Jalan Temerloh. Look for a blue-roofed building on the right.

I re-registered myself, because I’ve misplaced my donor card. After filling the form, the nurse pricked my finger to confirm my blood type B. The nurse said it’ll take 2 weeks to process whether it’s +ve or -ve (I think they needed to insert the blood into a cow’s arse, and then wait for it to fart). Bollocks!

I was given a queue number, because the place was filled to the max, with 3 donors including me. Fuyoh! They probably spent millions on the queue numbering machine that they had to use it. Double bollocks! I was called into a room for an interview with the doctor, whom I mentioned about a patient in IJN needing surgery tomorrow that requires my blood.

She said the centre’s does not do such requests! So, I passed the phone to the doctor after calling the person. The doctor taichi’d her way and even said that my blood type is B +ve! I could hear the person on the other line, “but he told me that he’s B -ve!”. I immediately interjected to confirm that I was B -ve. The doctor just told a lie! I asked the doctor later, whether I was +ve or -ve and she said they will only know in 2 weeks. I wonder if she was that same tudung girl at the cinema last weekend getting jiggy with it with kampung boy. WTF!

I then spoke to the patient’s daughter who said that the doctor in IJN told her to find a donor that matches her father, and to donate at the blood centre. So, either the IJN doctor is unaware, or the national blood centre wants to reserve the blood for some Datuks! I couldn’t donate blood to that person, but since I was there, I donated anyway.

It was over in 10 minutes. I headed to the food area where they gave me nasi lemak, sardine bread (yuck!), a pear and a hot cup of Milo FOC! I won’t be surprised if the food supplier is now a millionaire, possibly charging RM100 per meal.

So, the next time when someone asks for help to donate blood ASAP, call the national blood centre first to confirm, because chances are, your blood won’t be donated to the person who requested for it. You could give the hospital a try, but, to centralize the monkey business, you’ll be directed to the National Blood Centre.

When you’re there, watch out for the falsification doctor, who might be doing some side business, either hiding the blood for some big enchiladas, or she’s a pontianak, wanting the blood all to herself. Dodgy.