Friday, August 29, 2014
This morning I had a doctor's appointment. They drew blood. About 1/2 way through I started sweating. The guy asked if I was OK. I mumbled something about wanting to sleep. He finished. I was about 2 seconds from passing out. When I got back to the nurses room I was seriously sweating...and apparently really pale. Enough for a doctor to come in the room and ask if I was OK. He took my pulse and listened to my heart. He thought I was super sick. I told him to just give me a few minutes and I would be back to normal. Sadly, this isn't the first time this has happened and I know the drill. Still quite embarrassing but normal. I have donated blood 3 times. I have passed out 3 times. Once in high school on the way to lunch. Once in college as I was leaving that mobile home bus you donate in. Lastly in college in the middle of the donating while talking to a cute guy. I woke up and he was gone. Guess the sweaty, pale look wasn't super attractive. You might be asking why I keep donating. They are always saying my blood type is needed and they are always out of it so each time I said to myself that this was the time I wouldn't pass out. Well, I'm older and wiser now. I stopped donating. Today, however, was for medical purposes and couldn't really be avoided. The best part was when they said they might need some more and was that OK. I told the nurse she had lost her mind. She said they would figure it out. Good thinking lady.