A couple of weeks ago, there was a blood donation exercise at work, and since I know how important donation of blood is, and having donated before, that afternoon I made my way to the place that had been set aside for collection, filled the form that I was handed, and then offered my right arm for a sample to be taken. A minute or so later, the medic that had attended to me informed me that I could not donate because I had showed a low blood count. I must have looked very alarmed because she offered to do the test again, just to be sure that there was no mistake. But the second test returned the same results.
I walked back to my desk in a daze, wondering what I was suffering from for my blood count to be “low” and whether that something was serious enough to kill me. I did what everyone with access to internet would do. I Googled my symptoms. But I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have because I almost admitted myself to the ICU because according to Dr Google, I had multiple illnesses that were at the terminal stage.
