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Be nice to me. I gave blood today.

February 3, 2012

I gave blood today. If you’re squeamish, you may wish to just read the parts in red.

Everything went as usual, although I declined the free ice cream. I’d really like to actually drop some weight! There were two people ahead of me, so I sat and waited for at least an era, if not an eon. I just sat and texted my best friend a couple of times while waiting. Eventually, they called me to come back for the testing. They asked me for my name, my address, my birth date, my name, my birth date, my social security number, my phone number, my address, my name, my birth date, my social security number and my name. Completely serious. I’m not exaggerating at all. They took my temperature (98.1 degrees), my pulse (84 bpm), and my blood pressure (118/64). At that point, the worker taking my numbers pulled out a plastic screen and covered the computer with a cloth. I asked when they started using the shields. (I hadn’t given blood since last March, so I didn’t know how many blood drives it had been through.) She told me that it was new. We started joking around about her needing protection from me and what did I have to protect myself. Finally she pricked my finger. Blood shot all over the screen. Turns out there’s a very good use for it! She said she had never seen that happen before. I figured it would be a quick donation! My iron was good. All I had to do was answer the questions on the computer. I confirmed that I wasn’t pregnant and was ready to donate!

I walked over to the table/bed, conveniently located next to the radio, and sat down. After a couple of minutes, someone came over to get me ready. I lay down, and they did their thing. I recognized one of the people waiting to give blood from my church. I tried to call over to him a couple of times, but he didn’t respond. Once I was stuck, I could tell the blood was really moving. After a couple of minutes, I could tell that my arm was getting a little numb. A couple minutes later, my feet started tingling. Then I was done.  They unhooked me. From being jabbed to filling the bag only took me about 4 and a half minutes. Most of that time, “Bad Romance by Lady Gaga was playing by my ear. (I didn’t want to deprive you of the experience I had while giving!) It was a new personal record, although I wasn’t too anxious to break my old one. I lay there for a little while and waited for my brain to become fully-functioning again. You see, I tend to get light-headed after giving blood, although I didn’t have any problems the last two times. Also, the last two times, I took 10-15 minutes to spill my blood. The nice lady who had brought me a couple cups of juice helped me over to the recovery table by holding the elbow from which I had just given blood. When I sat down at the recovery table, I was able to get the attention of the person from my church. We talked for a few minutes about skiing, and then he was called back for his testing.

I enjoyed a nice bowl of potato soup, a cookie and a brownie. (I turned down the ice cream, but I still deserved some sort of reward!) Once if had finished these, I was ready to head out the door and back to work. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any of the “Be nice to me. I gave blood today” stickers. I really hope I get through the rest of the day without having any clients come into the office!

I’d like to thank Grammar Girl for helping me out with the “lays.” No matter how hard I try, I never seem to get the tenses right for “lie” and “lay!”

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the spring wither

April 1, 2010

I feel that I should post something entertaining and amusing or at least some tale of complete absurdity, being that it’s April Fools Day.  I just don’t seem to have it in me these days.  The warm weather outside seems to be sapping me of energy.  Tonight we’re supposed to be completely off book for Copacabana, but I only know the first half of Act II.

I know I’ve overstretched myself this year.  Serving on three committees at church wouldn’t be that bad, but I feel pulled to address both Youth and Worship things on Sunday mornings.  I don’t feel like I’ve been able to take care of either to the extent they deserve.  I know I’ll be able to pass one of those on to somebody else in two months though.  I imagine I’ll continue to work with the Youth, which can use a lot of time and, more importantly, energy, although I don’t think I can handle another winter/spring as busy as this one was.  Other things are trickier.

I got a letter from one of the other members of board of directors for the Ironton Council for the Arts a few days ago.  It stated that they are going to require members of the board to attend three quarters of the meetings.  With only eight or ten meetings over the last year, I came close to missing that mark after missing the last two meetings for Copacabana rehearsal.  I also missed three of the six concerts this season due to reenactments and I missed a fourth for the church ski trip.  I find this to be much more troubling.  I also don’t know how much difference there will be this year.

Added into the mix is the fact that I’ve enjoyed Copacabana much more than I had anticipated.  I had always wanted to do a theater show, and when this came along, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to fulfill my dream before I continued on with my life, having checked acting off of my bucket list.  (Hey!  Acting is better than robbing a bank!)  I also thought it would be a great way to meet women, but there hasn’t been much luck on that front.  Now I’ve found that I really enjoy it, and I’m tempted to do it again.  Unfortunately, it interferes with many of the other things I enjoy doing.

Now here I am in the Spring just days from Easter, trying to decide what it is that I want to do and what I need to give up.  Having a second year like this one would simply be more than I can handle.  I keep living life like I did in school, but there’s no longer summer to rejuvenate.

The vampires drained me of my dreams.

February 5, 2010

I visited the vampires gave blood this afternoon.  It went about as usual for me.  I went in.  I scanned the promotional material – aka the dos and don’ts of giving blood.  I passed the mini-physical.  I laid down and asked them to bring me a drink.  I found the prettiest worker to look at and distract me while they poked me.  They stuck me.  I bled – in a contained manner.  I stopped bleeding.  I felt light headed.

Here’s where things went a bit different.  They guy that took my blood asked if I usually get light headed.  I said that I have the past several times.  He told me that giving blood is “probably not your thing” and that I should probably stop doing it.  He went on to say something about my blood sugar dropping that much not being good for my body, but I wasn’t paying much attention because I was too busy passing out.  Okay.  I didn’t really pass out.  I was kinda disappointed though.

I always thought I’d get to 20 or 25 gallons before I stopped.  I’d get my pin that says I’ve donated buckets of blood then I’d start volunteering at blood drives whenever I could.  I had a feeling that one of these times, they’d tell me to stop donating.  I felt it would be well before I hit a bucket, too.  I just didn’t think it would be this soon.  Right now my donor card reads 7 pints.  Oh, I’ve donated more than that.  I gave once in high school.  I donated 5 or 6 pints in college.  I think I even donated a couple of times between college and grad school.  Those were back in the days of the little paper cards and shoddy non-computerized record keeping.  I’m sure I’ve donated at least a gallon and a half, but the Red Cross only has records of my blood letting donations since I moved to Louisville and got a permanent card.  If I follow the advice I was given today, I won’t even get my one gallon pin.  I realize that it’s selfish and petty that I want that pin.  The important thing is that I’ve given blood and helped save lives.  Recognition shouldn’t matter.  I don’t think I’d even wear the pin.  There’s still a part of me that wants it though.  There’s a part of me that says to go back one more time to get that 8th pint and my pin.  There’s a part of me that wants to write to the Red Cross office to get my count fixed.  I don’t like myself for thinking either of those.  I know I should take the advice that I was given today and stop giving; it’s what I’ve known was coming for the past couple donations.  Maybe after a few days go by, it won’t bother me anymore.  They say time heals wounds, but will it heal the lack of one needle prick?