2.01.2005
breathe...expand...and let go...
ok guys. i had to take a break from studying for this mid-term...i'm feeling shot and thought maybe somehow the 10 minutes of internet would make it better.
so yesterday i decide to get back in my charitable ways of donating blood...in high school and college i was a regular donor...but i've gotten away from doing so for the last 2 years. so i make my appt and go downstairs. well, first off it takes over an hour and a half for me to give the blood. and nothing was wrong on part of the workers....they were actually the kindest i've ever had at a blood drive. but my blood was slow. then it stopped. then they "spun the bevel and elevated" (i.e. turned the needle and put props up under it) and i started going well. so then we get the bag to the 586 grams needed to be full! SUCCESS. then my blood stops again. they try and try and try to get it going in order to fill up those 4 little vials. nope. my body said 586 and done. so guess what. they can't use my blood. i tell them they can poke my other arm too if they need to. but there are NO veins over there. NONE. so i go the canteen, eat my nutter butters, and go back to work...sad that the whole pint is in the bag, and after all that effort, but that they can't use my blood (they've got to have the vials filled to test it). ok. so i'm fine. i leave work 2 hours later and go to ga state to run tackle some SPSS analysis. things start getting bad. i buy powerade and drink it. but still almost pass out in the computer lab. like hardcore bad. i finally can't even look at the computer anymore, have no idea what i'm doing, and so pack up and make my way back to the car. i get home, and pass out in the bed. get up in an hour to let the handyman in. try to do work. call wendy to talk about our project. get off the phone. have to go back to bed. i am there until almost 9 when bob gets home. i can't move. i feel nauseous. i'm fucked up essentially. i take my gauze and tape off at this point and put it on the table. then, 15 seconds later feel hot stuff, i'm fucking pouring blood. i go to the bathroom where i have a melt-down and can't do much but cry and lean in the doorway and bob comes and tries to help. later, when i make it back to the bedroom 4 hours later, i see that i fucking SPRAYED blood all over the sheets. like CSI type of spray-shit. ok. so after the blood, i crash on the couch. i drink a cup of juice over an hour period of time. i can't really talk (which means i'm not well...b/c if i can't talk we know something is wrong). take my migraine meds and then eat half a bowl of chili over two hours (which led me to learn that chili, when it gets cold, is NOT spicy...i.e. spicy foods are much more spicy when hot). then i go to bed feeling more like a human. i feel better today. still really really weak. but i can function. and think. until just 15 minutes ago when i felt like i couldn't look at my book anymore (yeah, i know, because the computer screen is any better). but i feel a bit revived now. and my christen will be here soon to entertain me. and then that mid-term. and then i'll see davis and skye tonight. and kenshata sent me an e-mail which made this morning all-the-better. so things are good. the last 24 hours were not. but today is going to be beautiful....i can feel it.
jel | 3:01 PM | Comment(s)
0 comments
0 Comments:
|
