My most recent tatt is about 5 years old (and I'm beginning to wonder what my next one's going to want to be).
When I was about 10 or 12 years old, my father went to give blood - the wife of one of his co-workers needed surgery, and it was common for the guys to donate blood for each other like that. I don't recall why I was with him, but I asked the nurses if I could watch. At first they didn't want to let me, because they were afraid I'd faint, but after both I and my father assured them that I wouldn't, they let me watch. It was fascinating, actually... it only bothers me when it's my tender flesh that's being perforated! And they gave me a glass of orange juice when they gave my dad some.
I was a sound engineer myself, not only in college, but for a living, until I became a full-time mom. That's why I wondered how best to record bells.
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Date: 2007-01-19 02:11 am (UTC)When I was about 10 or 12 years old, my father went to give blood - the wife of one of his co-workers needed surgery, and it was common for the guys to donate blood for each other like that. I don't recall why I was with him, but I asked the nurses if I could watch. At first they didn't want to let me, because they were afraid I'd faint, but after both I and my father assured them that I wouldn't, they let me watch. It was fascinating, actually... it only bothers me when it's my tender flesh that's being perforated! And they gave me a glass of orange juice when they gave my dad some.
I was a sound engineer myself, not only in college, but for a living, until I became a full-time mom. That's why I wondered how best to record bells.