Monday, February 21, 2011

Student Writing





An unconscious habit
 無意識の癖

Masaharu Yamauchi
山内 雅晴
Last month, I went to the blood donation center to donate plasma for the 95th time. For me, providing blood that is as pure as a baby’s blood to society is my mission, I think.
So going there once or twice in a month is a routine event in my daily life. That day, as always, I took a medical examination given by a doctor, checking my blood pressure and taking a blood sample before donating blood. A plasma donation takes twice as long as a normal blood donationalmost one hour. They need to separate the plasma from the blood in a separator. And the separated blood is returned to my body. Although I like donating blood, I still don’t like being given a needle for a donation that is thicker than a normal one. Anyway it worked out well.  Also today, my blood was properly provided to society. The last process is to check the blood pressure by using an easy manometer to measure it binding my wrist like a watch. I didn’t expect this to cause trouble. Since the position where I put the device on my wrist is the same as my watch, I loosened the watch but didn’t take it off my wrist. A few minutes later, it displayed that my pulse was normal. And a nurse said, “Thank you for your cooperation. Please go home carefully. If you don’t stop feeling dizzy, call us.” And before leaving the center, we are supposed to be given a gift (toothpaste set, towel, socks, etc) from the reception clerk. When I got a toothpaste set and started to leave there, I realized that I didn’t have my watch on my wrist. I imagined I must have forgotten it on the chair. I returned to the desk and I told her that I may have forgotten my watch on the chair. Although she checked it, nothing was found. I tried to keep calm and said, “Thank you. I will look for again.” In my mind, I became upset and I started searching in my pockets. But nothing was found. I couldn’t recall what I did after loosening my watch. A few minutes later, I found it on the upper part of my arm. It was very embarrassing for the clerk and me.