As if I really needed an excuse to eat oatmeal raisin cookies and drink apple juice, I was finally able to donate blood. After the last incident I had, both the donation lady and myself were holding our breath as she tested my blood’s iron levels and wouldn’t you know it, my iron pill kicked in.
Here are some fun facts for you…
My blood type is O+, my blood pressure is 114/80, my temperature is 98.8°F, and my resting pulse is 60 beats per minute (which, oddly, is higher than usual).
If you’re squeamish about blood, you may want to stop reading now. Here’s what the process looks like:
I gave the lady a chuckle when I finally opened my eyes roughly half-way through. I really can’t stand watching the needle go in.
I have a couple other entries I want to write, but damn I’m tired. I truly didn’t think I’d feel this flushed afterwards, so, I’m going to eat a big meal (read: order a very large pizza) and take a nap.
P.S. If anyone wants a couple free passes to the Florida Marlins game on Oct. 1, please let me know. I’m not a huge baseball fan.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m really having fun taking pictures of random stuff with my cell phone.