The Walking Dead.
Really, that should be the name of a band. The Walking Dead.
I feel like crap today. Triple-A craaap.
I gave blood yesterday, so it's my own stupid fault really. I probably should have waited until next week. I usually start gut-loading myself with vitamins about a week beforehand, but what with the lack of adequate medication to sustain basic mental processes, I totally forgot about it. Also, not having enough meds in my system meant I felt shaky and tired all day. Usually I don't feel anything afterward, but yesterday I felt really off.
So spacezombie came over and we watched The 40 Year Old Virgin and laughed our asses off. It's not about the butthole pleasures. Then I went to the concom meeting, since I'm on the committee for Conestoga 10 as co-chair for the art show. A lovely time was had by all, but toward the end I was feeling for-real pass-out faint. And I'm still feeling shaky and weak today.
Meh. It's worth it. I got curious, did some research, and in this part of the world only 9% of people have my blood type. Donors are rare enough that they actually will call me on the phone if I don't have an appointment by the 8-week mark. I feel like this is an important thing for me to do. Plus, I enjoy it, the sight of the blackish-red blood filling the warm little bag, spurting into the sample vials. The needle . . . well. I don't like it, and can't watch it go in, but it doesn't really hurt me. Yesterday was almost completely painless.
Anyway, food will perk me up, and possibly a nap. I have to marshal my resources. Tomorrow is my granddad's 90th birthday party, and I'll be facing lunch with my extended family. I love them dearly, but between them they have eight children. Actually, Sargon and I are the only ones who don't have kids. I don't know, yet, how many of those children will be there, so I don't know how bad it will be. Individually, they're great. Together, it's a bit much for my nerves to handle.
But if I can stand to have my blood drained for the benefit of people I don't know, I can stand to hang out with my family for an hour or so.
I feel like crap today. Triple-A craaap.
I gave blood yesterday, so it's my own stupid fault really. I probably should have waited until next week. I usually start gut-loading myself with vitamins about a week beforehand, but what with the lack of adequate medication to sustain basic mental processes, I totally forgot about it. Also, not having enough meds in my system meant I felt shaky and tired all day. Usually I don't feel anything afterward, but yesterday I felt really off.
So spacezombie came over and we watched The 40 Year Old Virgin and laughed our asses off. It's not about the butthole pleasures. Then I went to the concom meeting, since I'm on the committee for Conestoga 10 as co-chair for the art show. A lovely time was had by all, but toward the end I was feeling for-real pass-out faint. And I'm still feeling shaky and weak today.
Meh. It's worth it. I got curious, did some research, and in this part of the world only 9% of people have my blood type. Donors are rare enough that they actually will call me on the phone if I don't have an appointment by the 8-week mark. I feel like this is an important thing for me to do. Plus, I enjoy it, the sight of the blackish-red blood filling the warm little bag, spurting into the sample vials. The needle . . . well. I don't like it, and can't watch it go in, but it doesn't really hurt me. Yesterday was almost completely painless.
Anyway, food will perk me up, and possibly a nap. I have to marshal my resources. Tomorrow is my granddad's 90th birthday party, and I'll be facing lunch with my extended family. I love them dearly, but between them they have eight children. Actually, Sargon and I are the only ones who don't have kids. I don't know, yet, how many of those children will be there, so I don't know how bad it will be. Individually, they're great. Together, it's a bit much for my nerves to handle.
But if I can stand to have my blood drained for the benefit of people I don't know, I can stand to hang out with my family for an hour or so.