Confessions of a Prostitute

Now that title should spark some interest.

Let me explain. In beginning of January it became painfully obvious that if I did not find a way to make some extra cash during the semester then I would be living off of canned soup and saltine crackers. Taking a full credit load at school my parents did not want me to work and instead, focus on getting excellent grades and re-qualifying myself for scholarships that BYU so rudely denied (yes, I am still bitter!). However, I did need a little cash flow into my bank account or life would be impossible. So what is one to do?

I followed in the footsteps of my oh-so-wise older brothers and became a human pin cushion.

Yes, I began to sale my body. Every Tuesday and Thursday I made my way to Biomat USA and sold my plasma. Confession: that somewhat-kinda makes me a prostitute. Our bodies have this amazing liquid component (plasma) in the blood and it replenishes itself every few days so you can sale it! For sitting in a chair four hours a week while watching movies with a good size needle in my arm is well worth the fifty dollars earned. I love my body, it makes me money (in a very clean, wholesome and proper way, of course)!

Story time: One of the technicians that stuck me this week infiltrated the vein...not good. This means that instead of stopping when he hit the vein, he punctured it. This is very bad because when the blood is returned to you it pools in your arm instead of flowing through the vein. The result: a giant bruise on my arm! It was awesome. I loved every second of it. Mostly because I'm morbid and blood is cool.  

It kinda hurts.

Love always,
      Christine