The Funk is officially gone...it only lasted about a day. :-)
I have this thing about donating blood. I love it! In high school, I volunteered to help with them as well as donated. In college I gave every semester (and not to get money for going out). I always think about helping out some poor little seven year old boy who has a+ blood.
Today we had a blood drive at school. I was so excited to give. I had chicken strips for breakfast at ten, continued to eat when I wasn't hungry at lunch, and drank plenty of water. I had my protein, my id, and I was ready to go!
I lay down & keep thinking how wonderful this is. I haven't given in three years--as much as I love to give, I need a blood drive to motivate me. I gave my pint of blood in FOUR minutes. When the Carter Blood Care lady had me raise my hand in the air, she asked me how I felt. I responded a little light headed. The next thing I know, I'm waking up & thinking, "why am i in the library instead of bed?"
Deanna saw the whole thing go down: apparently ALL of the color drained from my face, my body started to shake, my eyes rolled back in my head, and my head dropped down to the pillow.
I apologized to the workers when I woke up...repeatedly. I couldn't believe I had passed out. They told me it wasn't a problem and brought me cookies. Although I wasn't hungry, I ate them. The rest of the day I was asked if I was ok & escorted anywhere I went.
In a couple of days, CBC will call to make sure I'm feeling ok. I will, of course, be feeling back to normal. I just hope they'll not through away my blood--what a waste that would be.
I think the lesson to be learned from all of this is: never give blood on the Monday after spring forward.