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candyland...or, my first time donating blood :3
I did not sleep well last night--massive insomnia. Got about three hours of sleep, so of course I was just a ray of sunshine when Mom woke me up for our eight AM appointments at the blood bank. So I yanked on some clothes and toddled out to the car. When I got there, I had to fill out paperwork and all that stuff, and they did the test to make sure my iron count was high enough. It came back as a 41, which is plenty above the required number. No health problems or risks, so I was good to go, if a little nervous.
When I got into the chair, one of the nurses told me that because my iron count was so high and because of my height (five-foot-eight), if I wanted I could donate blood cells instead of just a regular blood draw. Apparently it's sort of unusual for women to have that kind of iron count. But yeah, kind of a "U HAZ IRON AND U IZ TALL. WE CAN HAS UR BLOOD CELLZ NAO?" and me being like "...sure." Turns out that was a mandatory double donation, but I was cool with that.
It was really easy! Barely felt it when the nurse inserted the needle, and then just sat there and went squeezy for about twenty minutes. It actually took less time than she said it would, and she commented that my iron count must be even higher than the test said because it goes faster with more iron XD As near as I can tell, the reason for this is that I eat beef and broccoli at work quite frequently, and both beef and broccoli have lots of iron.
Oh, and the really fun part? They separate the cells from the other stuff and put the plasma back. The thing is that the plasma cools to room temperature. Which was about seventy degrees. Bear in mind that the average human body temp is 98.6 degrees. So the feeling was basically, "Doot dee doo--MY ARM IS FREEZING FROM THE INSIDE OUT!" My teeth actually started chattering near the end ^____^
Then I had a popsicle, and went to spend the rest of my morning/afternoon running errands with my parents! Oh, and Mom and I are going to see Amy Grant in concert. It was sort of a "spur of the moment, let's get tickets!" kind of thing, but yesh, we're going. It's in September :3 I tried to take a nap, but apparently my family thought that "Please leave me alone" translates to "KNOCK ON MY DOOR AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE FOR THE MOST ASININE REASONS YOU CAN COME UP WITH." Including my sister asking what kind of Chinese food she likes. Yes, you read that right.
Work tonight...it sucked. Two-entree meal on special for $3.99...and they scheduled someone from the front. VERY BAD MOVE. BAD MANAGERS. NO BONUS. Or something. But gaaaaaaah the suckage was epic ;o; Didn't help that I feel really drained--I'm thinking the fact that I did a double donation is a big part of that, when added to my lack of sleep.
Oh, and Michael Phelps is our king :D :D :D WHOOOOOOOOOOO! The entire team did an amazing job on that last relay! Even my dad, who is one of those who usually tries to stay calm (except when Nebraska's playing football, but we don't talk about that) was muttering, "Go, go, go!" to himself while we watched. YAY FOR PHELPS!
Friending meme over onprofessorlayton. I wish I wasn't so shy about asking people on those things... *is even the OP of the meme, whut* THIS IS WHY I LURK SO MUCH.
Got a bit of a headache now, so I'm going to endTHE BORING this post and hit the sack, me thinkest.
I did not sleep well last night--massive insomnia. Got about three hours of sleep, so of course I was just a ray of sunshine when Mom woke me up for our eight AM appointments at the blood bank. So I yanked on some clothes and toddled out to the car. When I got there, I had to fill out paperwork and all that stuff, and they did the test to make sure my iron count was high enough. It came back as a 41, which is plenty above the required number. No health problems or risks, so I was good to go, if a little nervous.
When I got into the chair, one of the nurses told me that because my iron count was so high and because of my height (five-foot-eight), if I wanted I could donate blood cells instead of just a regular blood draw. Apparently it's sort of unusual for women to have that kind of iron count. But yeah, kind of a "U HAZ IRON AND U IZ TALL. WE CAN HAS UR BLOOD CELLZ NAO?" and me being like "...sure." Turns out that was a mandatory double donation, but I was cool with that.
It was really easy! Barely felt it when the nurse inserted the needle, and then just sat there and went squeezy for about twenty minutes. It actually took less time than she said it would, and she commented that my iron count must be even higher than the test said because it goes faster with more iron XD As near as I can tell, the reason for this is that I eat beef and broccoli at work quite frequently, and both beef and broccoli have lots of iron.
Oh, and the really fun part? They separate the cells from the other stuff and put the plasma back. The thing is that the plasma cools to room temperature. Which was about seventy degrees. Bear in mind that the average human body temp is 98.6 degrees. So the feeling was basically, "Doot dee doo--MY ARM IS FREEZING FROM THE INSIDE OUT!" My teeth actually started chattering near the end ^____^
Then I had a popsicle, and went to spend the rest of my morning/afternoon running errands with my parents! Oh, and Mom and I are going to see Amy Grant in concert. It was sort of a "spur of the moment, let's get tickets!" kind of thing, but yesh, we're going. It's in September :3 I tried to take a nap, but apparently my family thought that "Please leave me alone" translates to "KNOCK ON MY DOOR AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE FOR THE MOST ASININE REASONS YOU CAN COME UP WITH." Including my sister asking what kind of Chinese food she likes. Yes, you read that right.
Work tonight...it sucked. Two-entree meal on special for $3.99...and they scheduled someone from the front. VERY BAD MOVE. BAD MANAGERS. NO BONUS. Or something. But gaaaaaaah the suckage was epic ;o; Didn't help that I feel really drained--I'm thinking the fact that I did a double donation is a big part of that, when added to my lack of sleep.
Oh, and Michael Phelps is our king :D :D :D WHOOOOOOOOOOO! The entire team did an amazing job on that last relay! Even my dad, who is one of those who usually tries to stay calm (except when Nebraska's playing football, but we don't talk about that) was muttering, "Go, go, go!" to himself while we watched. YAY FOR PHELPS!
Friending meme over on
professorlayton. I wish I wasn't so shy about asking people on those things... *is even the OP of the meme, whut* THIS IS WHY I LURK SO MUCH.Got a bit of a headache now, so I'm going to end