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.