This Thanksgiving, I'am proud that I was able to donate blood for the East Coast victims on Thursday besides snail mailing candles and a flash light to a friend, since I couldnt be there in person to help clean the mess of the Sandy Hurrican with my friends.There are a hundred blood drives a day that are being cancelled on the East Coast because of no power, Im happy that I can help the victims, even getting allowed to touch my warm blood... it was worth the puke and black out! My blood is being tested as we speak then delivered to the East Coast.







I was nervous as we speak to donate blood for the first time in my life. My nurse Miguel could tell as you checked for a vein to draw the blood from my arms. I was hoping he wouldnt take it my left arm. Im stingy like that, only wanting my artist Hawk Chait to touch my skin with a needle, that is currently working on my sleeve. He checked my Iron, which of course was really good. And then asked me personal questions. I tried to take the questions seriousaly, but I giggled when he asked me if I had sex with a prositute. The giggles caught on to Miguel so we both tried to take it serious as he kept asking more questions.

As I sat in the chair trying to relax, I watched my blood go through the tube into the bag. I was kinda amazed. Miguel and I caught on a conversation about Tattoos. Then explaining to me what the next steps were, he pointed out the phone number to call if I got sick, and that it wasnt his number so I couldnt call him if I got sick. I just smirked him a smile bashfully. I couldnt tell if he was flirting with me or just being funny. When he finished up my arm, he told me to stay still. I watched him walk away with my blood, then turned around to allow me to touch it. I was surpised and blurted out its warm! He joked to me your not cold blooded after all.





From there I was told to sit down at the table with the rest of gang blood donars. I had fifteen minuets to snack on cheezits and cookies while sipping on my water. The lady in charged was friendly making conversation about how more people will be showing up because of recent events. I blurted out "I made an appointment two weeks ago just because I have friends who live out in Jersey".

When my time was up, I was able to leave. I looked back and saw my male nurse watch as I leave. I made the mistake to walk home because not even a block away from my house I started to feel really hot. I made it home in time, went to the bathroom to pee, I puked all over the floor. I threw my jeans off and ran to grab old towels to clean up the puke. As I kept trying to clean I began to black out, I got to the washer, I completly couldnt see anything I slammed my hands on the knob to turn it to turn the washer on but so luck. I decided to sit down in the recyiner chair. I bumped into the couch and finally sat down. I decided it was best to wait to get up again for another twenty minuets to make sure I was okay.

Now I realized why my mom told me she rather me volunteer at an animal no kill shelter. She said she was proud of me none the less.

XOXO Mckenzie

P.S since my LA trip is a bust, I will be traveling to Atlanta in January on my winter break for my first time, to hang out with my former tattoo artist Joe Vegas! All I care is that I run into Sevendust!!!!!!!!!!!



I stoled this picture from Theo Rossi Twitter account(Juice)