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Okay, so I probably didn't have the healthiest weekend. (^.^;) Eh-heh. Like Kam said, I gave blood Friday. I had two whole hours in that drafty room to freak myself out (will it hurt? what if I can't do this? what if, what if, what if) but it wasn't bad at all. Mr. Mowrer was in the cot just next to me, and Jon took the cot across the room once Stu left and we were talking back and forth. The only thing that really hurt was when they were screening my blood. Urk. "Hurt like a mother, too," as I told my gaping parents on Friday. (heh heh, shock factor = giggles) The nurses were friendly, although it was slightly disgusting to see them come over every few minutes to shake my bag of blood to get out air bubbles. (@_@) "It's just kool-aid... kool-aid... right. ... .EW." Afterwards, I wasn't too light-headed either; Just a bit disoriented like when you stand up to fast from the couch and then I got cookies and juice! XD Turns out, Jon {HC} and Alex {K} were having a contest who could get down the quickest - Jon = 5, Alex = 4. And then there's wimpy me, coming in with 15:01. But there's no way I could of rushed that. Thank goodness I did it! I was really proud of myself.
The nurses specifically told me I would need to drink twice the fluids for the next week, no alcohol (not much faith nowadays), no heavy lifting, lots of rest, and as healthy a diet I could manage. Weeeellll.... I successfully managed to eat a double-cheeseburger half an hour later. Then ice cream. And... you get the point. I felt sick for most of yesterday, so I didn;t do much. I did find some old journals from 1997 and 2003-04 though. Hoo boy. Blast from the past, :3. I spent the night at Kam's and met her kkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeewwwt puppy, Bear, and hardly slept with the furball in the room. He was like a baby, waking up every half-hour to an hour, and Kam and I were ready to wake up at any moment in case Bear was planning a leap of faith off the sides of the bed. I just felt sorry for Kam whom had to keep taking him outsite to wee. I stayed in the niiice, comfy bed. My heart goes out to you Kam! (sorry for the wimpyness) And on the last note ----> I LOVE YOU WOLFIE!!!!! {of 10th kingdom} love love love. Love~! And you too, Fuse.
So.. erm, does this mean I'm screwed this week. Probably.
The nurses specifically told me I would need to drink twice the fluids for the next week, no alcohol (not much faith nowadays), no heavy lifting, lots of rest, and as healthy a diet I could manage. Weeeellll.... I successfully managed to eat a double-cheeseburger half an hour later. Then ice cream. And... you get the point. I felt sick for most of yesterday, so I didn;t do much. I did find some old journals from 1997 and 2003-04 though. Hoo boy. Blast from the past, :3. I spent the night at Kam's and met her kkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeewwwt puppy, Bear, and hardly slept with the furball in the room. He was like a baby, waking up every half-hour to an hour, and Kam and I were ready to wake up at any moment in case Bear was planning a leap of faith off the sides of the bed. I just felt sorry for Kam whom had to keep taking him outsite to wee. I stayed in the niiice, comfy bed. My heart goes out to you Kam! (sorry for the wimpyness) And on the last note ----> I LOVE YOU WOLFIE!!!!! {of 10th kingdom} love love love. Love~! And you too, Fuse.
So.. erm, does this mean I'm screwed this week. Probably.