Post-bloodgiving observations
Giving blood went well. I didn't pass out, despite my thinking that I would. After all, I'm the type to faint at the most random times, which leads to some interesting stories. I actually felt really good afterward, but maybe that was because of the two seconds of sleep I got during the bloodtaking process. Oh, and the Nutter Butters I got afterwards. Mm, Nutter Butters.
The end of my right ring finger still hurts from where they pricked it to check my iron. I knew all those cheeseburgers would come in handy. However, the annoyance of my finger is not handy when I'm trying to write on the symbolism of the bramblebush in a short story for early French lit. Those sentences won't end themselves.
Back to that short essay. You won't sway me, finger.
The end of my right ring finger still hurts from where they pricked it to check my iron. I knew all those cheeseburgers would come in handy. However, the annoyance of my finger is not handy when I'm trying to write on the symbolism of the bramblebush in a short story for early French lit. Those sentences won't end themselves.
Back to that short essay. You won't sway me, finger.