Tried to donate plasma today to get a little bit extra money to help pay my bills. I’m a physically fit and well person, but ended up being sent away because my heart rate was too high. Well, let me tell you, my heart rate was only so high because of how stressed that clinic made me! I walk in, sunglasses on and cane in hand, and make it very clear to the staff that I CAN see, but I cannot see very well. We start the check in process and immediately the front desk worker starts making gestures vaguely telling me where to go. Tell her I can’t see, she continues on as if I said nothing. We get through most of the check-in and then she tells me to read a paragraph off her computer aloud. I look at the screen, tell her the text is far too small for me to read. She hums and nods and just stares at me, waiting. I’m getting pissed, honestly. I lean over her desk and put my face about an inch from the computer and stumble my way through reading this thing. My eyes burn by this point. She continues to direct me around with vague gestures to the Other Side of the brightly lit building. All the other tests are done and show optimal results, except my heart rate, which is elevated out of both frustration and stress at how I’ve been treated this whole time. I’m sent home, unable to donate, and all that time and frustration is a waste. Now my eyes burn and I want to scream.