Blood

This isn't going to be a creepy Sweeney Todd-esque post. Not at all. It will talk about that iron filled red liquid that flows through your veins and keeps you alive and that vampires crave. That's right. Blood.

More specifically, getting your blood taken. Not your's really, mine. I got it taken today at the doctors. One problem.

I hadn't eaten since lunch, except for a  piece of custard pie right after school, and that's not super great.

This was me today. Minus the tears and the black hair. I'm blonde.

So I'm sitting there, and I hate needles. But I'm being brave, and my mom didn't even have to bribe me with coloring books or a trip to the dollar store! Anyway, so I'm sitting there and my blood is being cruelly taken from my arm and she has the squeezing thing on my arm to make my arm feel all tingly. And I'm like, 'Wow, my arm feels like it's being deflated.' And they just tell me that it's cause the bloods being taken. And then she takes the squeezy thing off. And then the needle and tells me to hold gauze on my arm. So I'm like, 'Cool. That wasn't so bad.'

Except it was. It was so bad. Cause then my head started to freak out. You know that feeling when you stand up too fast and you get the dark spots on your eyes and your head feels full of compressed air? Yeah, that started happening. And I said so. But this lady, really nice lady, by the way, doesn't hear me, cause maybe I was talking all muddled or something.

But then my ears start to pressurize. And I'm trying to pop them, and be able to hear. But it's not working and then I start feeling super woozy. And I'm trying to stay conscious, but I'm feeling myself slipping. And I'm breaking out in this awful cold sweat.

Dang I was feeling awful. So I put my head down, and the nurse looks at me and asks me if I'm ok. Nope. I'm not. So my mom gets me water and the really nice lady puts a wet paper towel on my neck, and I'm not feeling any better and everything sounds like I'm underwater. And all I want to do is succumb to this overwhelming urge to throw up and die and pass out and punch myself in the head. But I don't. I stay awake.

So close to fainting though.

If I were actually underwater, this is what I would be doing.

Anyway, so they call in the blood pressure lady to come and take my blood pressure. Keep in mind that they took it when I came in and it was something like 110/75. So pretty good, yeah? Well guess what happened next? Blood pressure at that moment was 78/52, or around there. I can't remember the exact numbers. I was underwater at this point. So I'm super nauseous and I keep getting told that I need to drink this Capri-Sun 100% grape juice but I just feel so sick. And they have to put my feet up and I'm apparently super pale. And I still feel awful.

Awful.

Finally I drank the juice and my blood pressure starting going back up. It was like 90/64 or something when I left.

Anyway, so my fear of needles and getting my blood taken has not been helped by this experience.

I will not be looking forward to the next time.

Holy cats, I am so grateful that I'm not allowed to donate blood.

Signing out,
Mandie