Yup, had an interesting adventure this morning donating blood. See, I have low blood pressure and they usually have issues finding veins, so I can get anxious about donating blood. This morning though, blood pressure was up (123/77) and I was very hydrated, so they found a vein easily. Unfortunately, right as I was about to finish my donation, I started to feel queasy. I had to lie down for a while. They put cold compresses on my forehead and neck and brought me juice. I felt better after a while, so I thought that I was ready to go. I stood up and went to sit by the juice and cookies, and started to feel bad again. I spent half an hour in the Blood Mobile getting myself back to normal. They kept asking if I had breakfast. Yes! I had a bowl of shredded wheat an hour before donating!
At least the ladies were nice, and all noticed by engagement ring IMMEDIATELY! (more than I can say for my male co-workers!)
I’d like to blame their concern on several interesting facts:
- I was a bit over zealous with some face exfoliation this morning, and my cheeks have been pink/red all day. I wasn’t sure if anyone noticed, but when I walked in the door this evening, Matt asked why I was so flushed . . . oops!
- I haven’t been sleeping very well the past two nights. Like maybe 5 hours each night. I’m just so excited about the wedding, and when I try to sleep, it’s all I can think about!
- No third fact, but seemed silly to only put two.
That’s my story for the day. DIY needs to wait one more day. I don’t understand how the USPS can send something from Boston to Minneapolis in 2 days, but from Boston to Cincinnati takes 4?
Do you donate blood? Any scary donation stories?