Inexplicable

So, my first time giving blood did not go well. I nearly passed out 5 times, nearly vomited twice, and the nurses had to use smelling salts to keep me conscious more than once.

I felt tremendously guilty and weak as they buzzed around nervously mumbling about my dropping blood pressure and casting anxious glances my way. I tried to make them happy by wiggling my feet a lot and coughing into my shoulder which is supposed to keep one's blood pressure up. Even so, it was another hour and half before there was enough color in my lips that they would let me leave and even then it was with strict instructions to have someone else drive me to a friends house where I was to lay around and drink water; nothing more.

I'm really glad they got the quart out of me before I really started to lose it but I'm really sad whenever I think about going back in the future. I'd really like to contribute to the great need for donated blood but truly, that was maybe the most horrible experience I've ever had. I'm not sure I'll be able to make myself go back. Does anyone have a great success or similar horror story they would like to share?

Flashback

Yesterday I went swinging in the park; like on a playground, with 8 year old kids, swinging. Everyone thought I was crazy. I didn't care because it was glorious!

"My Family Made Me Do It!"

The Oregon Coast was... interesting. It made me miss being a kid and my family. :) It was also a relief to be around a bunch of people that are as crazy as I am and realize that I'm not as weird as I, and other people, think I am. I'm just part of a family that has it's own little set of dysfunctional rules in addition to all the amazing brilliance and talent. It's nice to know that not all of it is my fault and that there are some really cool traits that come along with the less cool ones. And it's nice to know that as much as I sometimes don't want to; I'll always fit in and be unconditionally loved by family.

Congratulations!

Forrest and Erin! I hope your wedding day is everything you hoped it would be. Best Wishes and many blessings to you both.

Oopies!

As part of the ongoing mission to discover the source of my chronic fatigue, my doctor recently provided me with some sleep drugs to try. Her instructions to me were, "Take one pill, half an hour before bedtime." What she should have said was, "Take your pill and make sure your ass is physically in bed ready to sleep with in five minutes or your legs will collapse under you mid-tooth brush."

This majorly strong drug also had the unfortunate side effect of making me oversleep this morning so that I was late to work. Lucky for me, I'm always late to work so no one really noticed but I was deeply ashamed anyway. Needless to say, I will only be taking a half a pill tonight; right as I turn out the light.

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume."

Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI