Tuesday afternoon, I use up two hours to experience some pain and unease.
Then what am I left with? A sensitive arm and a thick plaster. It’s unpleasant and yet I’ll do it again. Why? Partly because it’s good for my body. But mainly because of NHS’s marketing: weekly texts and calls saying "Please come and donate, we urgently need your blood type". Yes, I’m generous and special. I had almost forgotten.
I find it amazing how my relationship to an experience can carry more weight than the experience itself.
Author: JD
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