So that update
That I said I'd do... I really don't feel like it but I guess I'll run through and give the basics.
Aside from my wonderful Valentines day, my week has been pretty uneventful. I worked a double on friday, saturday and I work one today too. Thursday morning I was supposed to get up and go to Rog's and hang out with him, instead around eleven mum walked into my room and handed me the baby and a bottle. So I took care of Jordan until about...one when I handed her off to my step da. My step da and I had a delicious lunch at Panera. I called Nat after that to see if she wanted to do something until five for my haircut. She said she was going to the blood drive on campus and I should come too. Alright, sounds good, I have a donor card, I've given before, no problem. So I head to her place and we go to the student union. I go through all the pre donor shite. I'm not anemic so I can give. They start, my bag is filling up fast I'm almost done and I begin to feel sick. They bring my knees up, put cold cloths on my forehead and neck tell me to breathe a certain way. I finish and I'm still not feeling well...then I throw up. They told me I shouldn't give blood for a few more years, til I gain some more weight.
It really was an interesting day.
Aside from my wonderful Valentines day, my week has been pretty uneventful. I worked a double on friday, saturday and I work one today too. Thursday morning I was supposed to get up and go to Rog's and hang out with him, instead around eleven mum walked into my room and handed me the baby and a bottle. So I took care of Jordan until about...one when I handed her off to my step da. My step da and I had a delicious lunch at Panera. I called Nat after that to see if she wanted to do something until five for my haircut. She said she was going to the blood drive on campus and I should come too. Alright, sounds good, I have a donor card, I've given before, no problem. So I head to her place and we go to the student union. I go through all the pre donor shite. I'm not anemic so I can give. They start, my bag is filling up fast I'm almost done and I begin to feel sick. They bring my knees up, put cold cloths on my forehead and neck tell me to breathe a certain way. I finish and I'm still not feeling well...then I throw up. They told me I shouldn't give blood for a few more years, til I gain some more weight.
It really was an interesting day.