they brought me some stuff to put on it to try to get it out, but i was sitting there with a needle in my arm, so i couldn't do a whole lot. thank god i was wearing another shirt underneath, so i could take off the bloody one, but i couldn't go back to my office wearing only a tank top. i decided to call nick.
however, there was a catch. i don't know if it was because i was already flustered about the shirt or what, because as she was filling the vials, i got dizzy. really dizzy. so i said "um...dizzy" and before i could even think they had me flipped backwards, they'd grabbed my ankles and uncrossed my legs, and had that needle out of my arm. i think she got all the vials she needed, so they can still use my blood...at least i hope she did, because i'd be pissed if i went through all that for nothing.
my needle operator had called "cold towel" when i said "dizzy" so shortly after the flipping i had a cool damp paper towel on my forehead and a cup of Coke in my hand. Then they brought me a selection of munchies, insisted i take them all, and basically fussed over me until i felt better. it didn't take long, it passed pretty quick, and despite feeling like i was going to hurl, i didn't. So they let me go, and i removed the bloody shirt to start the cleaning process so the stains didn't set too much.
i was waiting for nick when suddenly i got nauseous again. i pretty much booked it into the bathroom, which was pretty good because my vision was fading. i locked myself in the handicap stall and waited, but apparently the crouching down in front of the toilet helped, because i started to feel better. i opened the juice i'd grabbed on my way out, and sipped that, but every time i tried to get off the floor the nausea came back. eventually i was able to make it outside to nick, who took me to lunch. even after eating and drinking more, i didn't feel entirely well, but i was well enough to go back to work. nick came and picked me up, because i still feel like crap, though i suspect i also have a migraine now, so that's probably more the reason.
so that was my craptastic day. i need to go remove my bandage and clean off the last of the blood and iodine. not sure why i had such a problem, never have before when i donated, but now i'm sorta put off doing it again. i dont like feeling this shitty, and it makes me feel like a big wuss.
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