#iron!

[gala-xyzz]

doth this fit go hard my liege

- (@skyblue-iron)

i'm personally not a fan of the hair (tho i have no suggestions for other hairs rn, nothing's coming to me) BUT THE REST OF THAT FIT EATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[alaskaenmelena]

[the-bias-list-blog]

[MV] 키도 (Kidoh) - Taxi on the phone (With 상도 of 탑독)

[hannahjarema]

My doctor: *prescribes Iron supplements* Me: Right, now will this help with possession prevention?

[cllaudio]

IroN

[blueskyforasun]

Adventures in giving blood

So yesterday, it had been a year since I got back from Costa Rica, meaning I was eligible to give blood again. Naturally, I was really excited, and I threw Kevin in the car and drove to the blood center. We got there and there were these three ladies behind the counter; it quickly became apparent that they were in training. The one lady was like, Kevin's not eligible, we need parental consent. I was like...this kid came here, to this facility, with his mother, who signed all the paperwork. She was all "he's not in the system, we need you to have her sign this form," blah blah blah. So fine. I told the lady who was taking my information that I'd be back later, when Kevin could give too. She didn't really say much, but her expression was basically 'whatever, I don't like your white-girl-ass anyway.' 

Anyway, we get out into the parking lot, and I tell Kevin that we're going to McAllistor's and I would be forging the form. I then offer to drive (NOTABLE CHARITY), and he's like, no, I'll drive, you drive after we've donated blood, I don't want to see what blood loss does to my driving abilities. I laughed. "Dude, nothing happens. They put all that crazy stuff on there, but I've always been fine. It's just the sophomores that go all dramatic with it." Kevin: "by dramatic you mean the vomiting, fainting, etc?" "Yeah, pretty much. Don't give me that look, you're a junior now, it's the next class' problem."

wait what the heck? he's not old what     

So the form's kinda weird with no parent spot to sign, and I just make my own line because I do what I want. We get back there, and the head lady (aka someone who knows what's going on in that crackhouse) came out and was like, that is not the right form. Here's the right one. Then I explain things to her, she shows the first lady how to find Kevin in the system, and he's good to go. Then my lady (recap: mega sass woman) is like, you said you weren't ever coming back, so I put you on the does-not-donate list. If you had just said you were coming back again...listen, it's going to take 45mins to an hour to get you back in the system, we have to call headquarters.

Susan (internally): woman, did you even listen to me? Do not give me that face, this is YOUR fault, not mine, so don't you dare put the blame on me I AM TRYING TO SAVE LIVES HERE if you want to go in a bitch contest have at it because--

Susan (aloud): I'm sorry...I thought I'd made myself clear. 

After like five minutes, the head lady--who had a pixie cut and was not to be trifled with--came out and had cleared up the mess. Apparently my expulsion hadn't gone through yet or something.

So FINALLY we fill out the forms and whatnot, and I go in (and briefly have a nice chat with Summer from YUW, who apparently works there now). The nurse takes my temperature and it's 96.9 degrees. #Casually becoming a vampire. Then she takes my iron...and for the first time ever, it's too low. So she gets me an appointment for the next morning, and I abandon Kevin (who at that point had a separate car).  

This morning, I go in and they take my stats first. The temperature wouldn't read for a minute because it was used to humans and my temperature was 96.3 degrees. And I don't understand blood pressure, but the nurse gave me a funny look and asked me if mine always ran low. #LESS CASUALLY BECOMING A VAMPIRE. 

Anyway, the blood-taking went fine, although apparently I can't donate platelets because my right arm has no veins. I watched the needle go in (so now I know exactly how far it goes into your arm) and I squeezed the tube--you could kinda feel the blood moving and it was surprisingly warm. Too interesting by half; I should have been a doctor. 

So the nurse kinda gives me a look as I'm leaving and tells me to get a cookie and some juice on the way out the door. I thank her and then leave. I go out in the parking lot, assess my sensory perception/motor skills, and decide that if anything's off it's just because I'm looking for it. So I go home, water plants for a while, and then head to church to help with Tuesday Morning outreach (which feeds, clothes, and job-places people). I was standing there with my gloves, totally psyched to serve green beans...when things started going quite white. 

Long story short I had to stumble into a corner and sit there with a cookie for a while. Still somewhat useless, I then got in my car and drove home. As, now, getting up is (still) not-so-good, I'm expertly blogging. 

THE END