I've had lots of the things. The odd thing is, I don't show any signs of fear or unease until AFTER I've had them. Like, before my Tubercolosis one I held out my hand to see if it was shaking, and hell, it was steadier than it was normally. Afterwards, I felt really ill and dizzy. It's weird. I still have the scar on my arm.
Anyway, I've never given blood. At my college, there was a blood giving day on the 29th of April. You need to be 17 to give blood, apparently. It was my 17th birthday the next day. Not that I'd have given anyway, it's my blood, mine! My own! My....PRECIOUSSSSSSS. Ok that joke is like, totally overdone but does it look like I care? Yes? Well you'd be right.