Let me preface this post by saying I have done this before with less than favorable results.
The last time I gave blood I was in high school. I was pumped for it to happen. I ate a good breakfast and followed all of the rules of blood giving.
I went in a little early for my appointment and drank some juice. I sat in the chair, got poked, and instantly felt dizzy and nausious. Lame. I ended up going back to math class and passing out right beore my butt landed in my chair. It was tramatic. I swore I would never do it again.
So, what prompted me to put it on my list after that disaster?
Who knows. Maybe it was a desperate need to add one more thing, or I just wanted to give it another go. I cant remember what I had for breakfast let alone why I think the things I do.
So naturally, like most other things I don't really want to do, I kept making excuses and putting this one thing off. Until the day came when the boss man tells me that United Blood Services is coming to our office. No more available excuses (not for lack of trying) I made an appointement to give blood.
Again, I follow all of the rules. I drank tons of water, had a good lunch and didnt think any passing out thoughts all day. I go in, do the strange interview and go sit in the chair awaiting my doom.
Much to my surprise, everything was fine! I was able to chill with my water bottle and tasty snack while the little machine pumped the life out of my arm.
I had done it!! Yay! The curse is lifted!
Everything was hunky dorey until I got home and started to make dinner.
Here I am browning meat and checking out Instagram and then BOOM. In comes the dizzy feeling, light headed ness and then the black out. On the kitchen floor. The very dirty kitchen floor might I add.
Mr. B rushed to my aid and made me lie on the couch for the remainder of the evening. It was like I was being grounded for doing a good deed!
So needless to say, I gave blood. We can cross that off the list. But it aint happening ever again. Kthanks.