lol I am a lightweight.
My sister got bloodwork done a couple of weeks ago. They were supposed to take five vials, but they only got to three before she passed out. For fifteen minutes.
I hate needles, not to mention bloodloss in any form, so that did not make me optimistic for when I needed to get my own bloodwork this morning. But I told myself, it's fine, you've had it done before (though only for one vial), just don't look, and all will be cool.
I'm not sure which vial it was where everything started to feel fuzzy, because I didn't look, but my stomach felt like it dropped out, and then it started to hurt almost. I just felt in distress and wanted to be anywhere else, so I guess when I closed my eyes my brain obliged me, because next thing I knew I heard my dad yell my name and I opened my eyes to see the nurse had joined us and everyone was staring at me. The nurse tried to give me water and it dribbled onto my shirt, which made me feel especially adult. lol (I thought I had just nodded off for a second, but Dad told me that the nurse slapped me a little a few times to bring me around, and I don't remember that at all.)
But I was fine. I just had to sit in the chair for a while because my hearing was still muffled, and I just felt strange overall. I still had to stay for two more hours for the glucose test, but I was just fine for those vials. ;P
I always felt bad about my needle phobia whenever blood donations came up at work, but I guess now I know what will happen!
When I got back to the apartment my roommate was in the midst of Christmas decorating, carols blasting from her room. I'm not really into the holidays, but I helped put things up anyway, 'cause she's really into it. When we finished she looked around and said she thought we needed more, not to mention stuff for her bedroom. I think my room will remain mundane. lol
Also, I'm sick! Hurrah! I called out of my side job for tomorrow so they'd have enough time to find someone to cover my 9+ hour shift. I might've just plowed through all those hours of bs if we weren't having a big meeting for my real job on Friday and Saturday next week. I'd rather be healthy by then, so I'm just going to relax and play Batman: Arkham Asylum.
I hate needles, not to mention bloodloss in any form, so that did not make me optimistic for when I needed to get my own bloodwork this morning. But I told myself, it's fine, you've had it done before (though only for one vial), just don't look, and all will be cool.
I'm not sure which vial it was where everything started to feel fuzzy, because I didn't look, but my stomach felt like it dropped out, and then it started to hurt almost. I just felt in distress and wanted to be anywhere else, so I guess when I closed my eyes my brain obliged me, because next thing I knew I heard my dad yell my name and I opened my eyes to see the nurse had joined us and everyone was staring at me. The nurse tried to give me water and it dribbled onto my shirt, which made me feel especially adult. lol (I thought I had just nodded off for a second, but Dad told me that the nurse slapped me a little a few times to bring me around, and I don't remember that at all.)
But I was fine. I just had to sit in the chair for a while because my hearing was still muffled, and I just felt strange overall. I still had to stay for two more hours for the glucose test, but I was just fine for those vials. ;P
I always felt bad about my needle phobia whenever blood donations came up at work, but I guess now I know what will happen!
When I got back to the apartment my roommate was in the midst of Christmas decorating, carols blasting from her room. I'm not really into the holidays, but I helped put things up anyway, 'cause she's really into it. When we finished she looked around and said she thought we needed more, not to mention stuff for her bedroom. I think my room will remain mundane. lol
Also, I'm sick! Hurrah! I called out of my side job for tomorrow so they'd have enough time to find someone to cover my 9+ hour shift. I might've just plowed through all those hours of bs if we weren't having a big meeting for my real job on Friday and Saturday next week. I'd rather be healthy by then, so I'm just going to relax and play Batman: Arkham Asylum.