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I Fail at Donating Blood
Apr. 10th, 2007 07:01 pmSo, I did a REAL smart thing this morning and left my ID and debit card somewhere that is NOT my wallet. I think in the pocket of my rain jacket, which I did not take to work today. On a normal day, not such a big deal. Today, however, I dropped my car off before work for an oil change. My mom ferried me to the garage in the afternoon to get it, then left, and it was at that point that I realized what I was missing. I had to call my mother and ask that she come BACK and rescue me by paying for the oil change (I wasn't carrying any cash). SMRT, that's me.
A bit later and I was at an appointment with the dreamiest eye doctor ever to wield one of those spatula/spoon eye cover-uppers. I used to see him, back in high school, and he has only gotten hotter with age. Dr. Otto. Ooooooh. Luckily, I was saved from more empty-wallet woes by not having a co-pay for the visit (I LOVE my benefits).
[Here's an aside: I got just about the most interesting glasses in the place. They are clear plastic frames that wing out a little at the top, and are coated in black in a little semi-circle at the outside corner on each side. Hard to describe, but it's cute, believe me.)
Later still, I attempted to give blood (needed picture ID, and luckily had my college ID on me). Here is my short history of blood-giving:
1. First time, in high school, my heart was beating too fast. They had me relax for a few minutes and still, too fast. Disqualified.
2. Second time, again in high school, my temperature was .4 above the limit for donating. Disqualified.
3. Third time, during college, my iron was too low. Disqualified.
4. Fourth time, at college again, everything was on the money, but I hadn't eaten breakfast. I gave a unit minus three or four tablespoons and suddenly went all woozy and sleepy and ill. They couldn't complete the pint, so they had to toss it. Failed again!
5. And most recently, meaning today, my iron was low AGAIN. DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT SATISFY YOUR BLOOD BANK OBLIGATION!
But at least I understood why my iron was low when, during a 10 minute car ride, I went from a slightly fatigued but normally-functioning person to an ALL OUT MENSTROSITY. Ah-ha! I'll try again next week.
A bit later and I was at an appointment with the dreamiest eye doctor ever to wield one of those spatula/spoon eye cover-uppers. I used to see him, back in high school, and he has only gotten hotter with age. Dr. Otto. Ooooooh. Luckily, I was saved from more empty-wallet woes by not having a co-pay for the visit (I LOVE my benefits).
[Here's an aside: I got just about the most interesting glasses in the place. They are clear plastic frames that wing out a little at the top, and are coated in black in a little semi-circle at the outside corner on each side. Hard to describe, but it's cute, believe me.)
Later still, I attempted to give blood (needed picture ID, and luckily had my college ID on me). Here is my short history of blood-giving:
1. First time, in high school, my heart was beating too fast. They had me relax for a few minutes and still, too fast. Disqualified.
2. Second time, again in high school, my temperature was .4 above the limit for donating. Disqualified.
3. Third time, during college, my iron was too low. Disqualified.
4. Fourth time, at college again, everything was on the money, but I hadn't eaten breakfast. I gave a unit minus three or four tablespoons and suddenly went all woozy and sleepy and ill. They couldn't complete the pint, so they had to toss it. Failed again!
5. And most recently, meaning today, my iron was low AGAIN. DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT SATISFY YOUR BLOOD BANK OBLIGATION!
But at least I understood why my iron was low when, during a 10 minute car ride, I went from a slightly fatigued but normally-functioning person to an ALL OUT MENSTROSITY. Ah-ha! I'll try again next week.
