im a few platelets short of a clear conscience...
i had a bit of an incident at the blood drive. never donated blood before, so i was a little psyched. not to mention, i was freezing my ass off in the gym. so i go thru this whole process of filling out surveys and junk, asking me if ive ever come in contact with cow insulin and been to switzerland in the past 5 1/2 years. so i finally get on the table and the nurse i had was a hoot. and i was laying next to megan mclure. fabulous. they both kept me cracking up as im losing a pint of blood. so finally i finish and slowly sit up and walk over to the food table. feelin good. sit down, open my cookies, and then i feel like i got hit in the face with a brick. my hearing gets all muffled and my head starts to slowly sink into the table. so they put me in the so called "chair of disgrace"(the fainting wheely chair) and move me to some cot thing. and then the shit hits the fan. i lay down, and all of a sudden i get those "painters are in" cramps of death.
and im like, "shit. this isnt going to go well"
immediately, i go into a tizzy of icy-cold sweats, feeling barf-ish, and a million different kinds of kill me now. and karas on the brink of tears cuz she doesnt know why im in extrordinary pain. so, i whisper it in her ear,and she had one of those revolutionary "ohhhhh" moments. and the nurse figured it out and she had the same "ohhh" moment. so they wheel me to the loo after trying to cram an apple juice straw in my mouth(which i refused)and father-unit was called.
so im freezing my ass off in the loo with a blanket on my lap. but i feel loads better. so i end up feeling good enough to go to lunch and finish my day. wasnt very effective though, considering i still was light headed and i think still had the risk of passing out if i stood up too quick.
but i survived my first blood drive. went through hell to get there, but i survived. ill make sure my breakfast is NOT mcdonalds next time. and ill plan my months better......
and im like, "shit. this isnt going to go well"
immediately, i go into a tizzy of icy-cold sweats, feeling barf-ish, and a million different kinds of kill me now. and karas on the brink of tears cuz she doesnt know why im in extrordinary pain. so, i whisper it in her ear,and she had one of those revolutionary "ohhhhh" moments. and the nurse figured it out and she had the same "ohhh" moment. so they wheel me to the loo after trying to cram an apple juice straw in my mouth(which i refused)and father-unit was called.
so im freezing my ass off in the loo with a blanket on my lap. but i feel loads better. so i end up feeling good enough to go to lunch and finish my day. wasnt very effective though, considering i still was light headed and i think still had the risk of passing out if i stood up too quick.
but i survived my first blood drive. went through hell to get there, but i survived. ill make sure my breakfast is NOT mcdonalds next time. and ill plan my months better......