Fat ham causes me to pass out (Rant. Long post) I am still seething over this even though it happened yesterday. So, I have been donating blood regularly since high school, and this is the first time I have EVER passed out. The place where I used to donate was a mobile blood bank, so basically a large RV they had modified so they could go to rural areas so people could donate. They would come to my hometown every few months, and because it was such a small space there could be zero fatties, I miss my fit ladies :(.  Since I moved to a new town in a different state, I didn't know how I could donate, until I saw on Monday that they were going to be on campus the next day in the student union. I was excited about, so I show up the day of, and the first person that greets me is a human, nice lady, she has me sign in and read over the safety stuff they always give out and tells me it's going to be a 10 to 15 minute wait. So I wait, and then I hear my name get called out, by a ham. I should mention that all of the nurses/technicians were FAT with the exception of one. So fattie calls out my name and I suck it up, because I'm saving lives. He takes me into this small cubicle and checks my bp and checks my iron levels, fills out the standard information forms and then tells me I have to fill out the questionnaire on the computer. The computer is in his seat, so he tells me that he'll wait outside until I'm done. As soon as he leaves and I take his spot, I notice the fucking smell. Lord beetus was with us that day. Once again, I suck it up, fill it out as quick as possible and then we're done with that section. Right after it was time to take my blood, so he pulls out this tourniquet, a cloth one with a buckle to adjust the size, and I've never had one of these before, just the rubber ones they tie around your arm. Fucking fat ass pulls it so tight it hurt, the veins I donate with are right under the skin, you can see them without a fucking tourniquet and to get them large enough to draw from you barely need any pressure. I was pissed, but let it go, he sticks the needle in, and loosens the tourniquet, but doesn't take it off. I thought that was weird but thought whatever, I'll be done soon. It takes like 6 minutes for me to be done, so the butter beast comes over and starts the process of finishing everything up. He pulls the needle out and has me hold the gauze on my arm, then he pulls the tourniquet off and bam, I'm out. Taking the tourniquet off, coupled with losing blood caused my blood pressure to fall so rapidly I passed out. I woke up in the chair like a minute later with ice packs all over me, one of them fucking leaked on my white shirt so now they can all see my chest. I felt like absolute shit, but wanted to get the fuck out.They make me stay for a bit, I say I'm fine, grab my shit and go. Fucking fats ruined my blood donating experience and if this is the same blood bank that is always on campus, I'm never donating here again. Sorry, it double posted!