The week just gone, saw Reading week. It is debatable how much students 'read' during this week, but still we get it. I have to admit have worked two full days and a training at work, out of the 5 weekdays we get. The other one was spent in college completing the 'fish' assignment. However, in between college work, and other jobs I seemed to stumble into Birmingham and finally give blood.
I say finally, as I found the date in my diary that I planned to go. It was 7th August, and it was only this date, due to the fact that they were coming to Brewood. Sadly that night I was stuck in Birmingham and missed it all. So after walking past the permanent site in New Street every day I am in college, I thought I should really finally go and do it.
Slightly nervous, I went in, wondering the last time I had an injection and if I really was alright with it all. I had not picked the best time, lunch time so I was told I would have to wait. I did not mind, I have to admit they are lovely in there and they really do have a very good set up. I admit it took two hours to actually give blood, but this was mainly down to the fact that they were not sure which arm to use. The vain in my right arm seemed considerably better than my left (as they found out). However excema had come up, and it was noticed and they really did not want to break the skin, which I do respect but I don't think it would have mattered. Anyway I was just glad I did it finally, for the most obvious reason, I don't actually need it but someone does.
So with the rule applying that you cannot give blood if you have had a piecing/tatto within the last six months, I set out on the task of finding Tori a place to be rebellious one last time before she leaves her teens. The task was for her, a friend of hers and now me to get a piecing. I was pretty glad that I did not get mine done a while back now, as the guy who did it was great, if only for hearing a wolverhampton, german and irish accent rolled into one!
Now I might get this wrong but I believe that Tori and her friend got the tracea pieces, which is the little flap nearest your face. I however opted for a simple bar mid way round my ear. I was a strange group that wondered around Wolverhampton looking for tattoo and piecing places that were actually open in the middle of the day on a Wednesday. Starting in Chapel ash and finally ending up at 'spikes' down between the station and Planet. So four of us wondered into the place and three left, feeling a little more relaxed after knowing that Tori was not about to kill us for giving her a gentle nudge to do it 
All in all I have found out I am not scared of needles, else it could have been a very interesting week.
