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affrecaDue to my overdue paper, my sleep schedule has been wonked out this weekend. I wasn't able to stay up past 8:30 last night. So I decided to sleep in as much as possible this morning. I'm good at that. However, Tom kept popping his head in, interrupting my dreams of surfboard racing. And then he made me oatmeal. Eventually I figured out why he was so damn nagging - blood donation day.
See, that's the only "good citizen" thing I do. We schedule appointments at the same time because losing a pint isn't much for him.
The CBC only had two people working, and several donors, but the giving process worked out. I made my usual faces at Tom as the man stuck me. He's good, wasn't much wandering about looking for my vein. As normal, I was a bit woozy after they were done, so I sat and drank my juice. After the black spots went away, headed over to the snack section, because I love me oreos. The black spots came back. I got asked how I was doing, and I said fine.
Then I was on the floor, with vomit in my nose and hair. Chunky oatmeal vomit. With apple juice scent. I stayed on the floor for a while until my blood pressure got back up, then I laid in the blood bed for a while.
The first task after getting home was a bath. Shower would have been better, but I wasn't good with standing yet. Some sweet guy made me juice and made me hot water bottles for the bed. Napped some more, surfed, threw up, napped. Just had some chicken noodle soup. I'm feeling better, but not ready for a marathon yet. Or leaving the house. Or cleaning for Monica's visit. With this napping, I should be up early tomorrow.
See, that's the only "good citizen" thing I do. We schedule appointments at the same time because losing a pint isn't much for him.
The CBC only had two people working, and several donors, but the giving process worked out. I made my usual faces at Tom as the man stuck me. He's good, wasn't much wandering about looking for my vein. As normal, I was a bit woozy after they were done, so I sat and drank my juice. After the black spots went away, headed over to the snack section, because I love me oreos. The black spots came back. I got asked how I was doing, and I said fine.
Then I was on the floor, with vomit in my nose and hair. Chunky oatmeal vomit. With apple juice scent. I stayed on the floor for a while until my blood pressure got back up, then I laid in the blood bed for a while.
The first task after getting home was a bath. Shower would have been better, but I wasn't good with standing yet. Some sweet guy made me juice and made me hot water bottles for the bed. Napped some more, surfed, threw up, napped. Just had some chicken noodle soup. I'm feeling better, but not ready for a marathon yet. Or leaving the house. Or cleaning for Monica's visit. With this napping, I should be up early tomorrow.
