I donated blood today and I actually didn't do as well as I always do. That is to say, when I finished the donation, before I stood up, my head started swimming, and then my hearing went away and it sounded like I was under water, and then the girl had to ask me if I was okay, and I said no. And then she asked me to hold something, but I couldn't really hear her because of my hearing loss, but then I held it and she tipped my seat back and then she asked me to cough because coughing brings blood to the head (who knew?) but I felt really silly coughing. So I just laughed (hoping that laughter would bring blood to my head) and asked if I really had to keep coughing, and she kept saying, "Just one more, just one more." And she had to put cold compresses on and beneath my head. And I had to lie there for a good ten minutes.
Apparently I didn't enough fluids and/or food this morning. I thought that I was being good by drinking a breakfast shake, which is full of vitamins. I guess I was wrong. My last donation time was 6:15 (I beat all my coworkers---we're competitive like that). This donation time was about 8:00. Pathetic.
The whole experience, though, wasn't as bad (read: cool) as the experience I had my freshman year.
The good part about it is that now I have an excuse not to work out today (I've successfully found an excuse every day for the past two weeks) and to overeat. I mean, I really feel that my body needs a lot of calories today. Good thing I asked my mom to take me to Buca di Beppo's tonight for dinner. I'd better get dessert, too, just to be on the safe side.
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I donated blood a few weeks ago, and I've decided that I must have an awesome cardiovascular system or something. I felt pretty weak afterwards, but I came nowhere close to passing out, even though I hadn't eaten breakfast and hadn't had much for lunch, either.
And then I went and played ward basketball four hours later, which turned out to be a not-so-great idea. After the game was over I felt like I'd been punched in the chest a few times. I don't think I've ever felt so exhausted.
It was ward basketball. You probably had been punched in the chest a few times.
Good for you. I can't give blood because I'm a very difficult draw.
Hmmm...Buca di Beppo.
Mmmmmmm Buca di Beppo....
Really, if you slack off for the entire month and "be good" for the following two, you'll still be a month better off than the average resolutioner. And THAT means you can slack off until October.
I laughed out loud when I saw your title.
Yesterday I also donated blood, kind of. I took a glucose test: fast for 12 hours, give a blood sample, then drink an awful glucose drink after which they draw your blood every hour for three hours. No food, no sugar, and maybe a mouthful of water.
On the second hour my spouse came with me. I told him the phlebotomist would take my blood. He said, "The WHAT?" He wouldn't believe me when I told him that a person who draws blood is a phlebotomist. We had to draw in the actual phlebotomist to confirm. So the fact that you used "phlebotomy" in your title cracked me up.
We must be psychically connected since I almost fainted from lack of food and fluid--only it was in the car I was driving on the way back to work.
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