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I went to the blood donor clinic for what might be the last time last Thursday, the 18th of November. I got sick again. They said that I shouldn't try again for a few years. I actually felt a little releived, but I cried when they said so. Probably because I was still feeling ill at the time. I didn't faint, but it is certainly a scary feeling. You feel like you could die.
The nurse who read me the mandatory questions (have you ever been bitten by monkeys or paid for sex, etc.) told me that I had low blood pressure. The last time I gave blood another nurse had said the same thing, but it had been good enough to donate. This time, apparently my levels were too low, so what did she do? She got me to move my arms around to get my circulation going. She tested me again. Even lower! Next she got me to stand up and move my arms and legs. It was good this time, but I inwardly questioned the safety of doing such. I mean, they must have those limits for a reason. Probably to stop people like me from giving and getting ill afterwards. Bother. I was fine all the way through and then didn't feel faint until a few minutes after it was done. I don't like how the nurses don't seem to be paying attention. I got so scared every time and I just wanted someone to stay with me. it was a different attendant each time, each checking something else. No wonder there are so many mistakes and accidents in the health care system.
I am officially accepted to NSCAD, so that is good. One year to go. After that? Who knows. I haven't been considering getting my masters, the thought of more school is not appealing. I want to get out there and start working my way up. Where? I don't know. Everybody goes to Hollywood. It would be an interesting place to visit, but I think I'm more comfortable with the East Coast. Maybe New York. I'd consider Vancouver for a little while. I'd even seriously consider England. Oh the possibilities. Sophee and I make plans together. Making movies together, living together. We're both fairly resigned to our singleness.
My bike was stolen on the weekend of Halloween. Everywhere I go I always look at the bikes, wishing that I could see mine, hidden amongst the other handlebars. I don't think I'll ever see it again. I really did enjoy having a bike for the short time I did.
Christmas is coming soon. The family will be back together again, if only for a little while.
The nurse who read me the mandatory questions (have you ever been bitten by monkeys or paid for sex, etc.) told me that I had low blood pressure. The last time I gave blood another nurse had said the same thing, but it had been good enough to donate. This time, apparently my levels were too low, so what did she do? She got me to move my arms around to get my circulation going. She tested me again. Even lower! Next she got me to stand up and move my arms and legs. It was good this time, but I inwardly questioned the safety of doing such. I mean, they must have those limits for a reason. Probably to stop people like me from giving and getting ill afterwards. Bother. I was fine all the way through and then didn't feel faint until a few minutes after it was done. I don't like how the nurses don't seem to be paying attention. I got so scared every time and I just wanted someone to stay with me. it was a different attendant each time, each checking something else. No wonder there are so many mistakes and accidents in the health care system.
I am officially accepted to NSCAD, so that is good. One year to go. After that? Who knows. I haven't been considering getting my masters, the thought of more school is not appealing. I want to get out there and start working my way up. Where? I don't know. Everybody goes to Hollywood. It would be an interesting place to visit, but I think I'm more comfortable with the East Coast. Maybe New York. I'd consider Vancouver for a little while. I'd even seriously consider England. Oh the possibilities. Sophee and I make plans together. Making movies together, living together. We're both fairly resigned to our singleness.
My bike was stolen on the weekend of Halloween. Everywhere I go I always look at the bikes, wishing that I could see mine, hidden amongst the other handlebars. I don't think I'll ever see it again. I really did enjoy having a bike for the short time I did.
Christmas is coming soon. The family will be back together again, if only for a little while.