Anyway, just removed the blue badge of honor. My phlebotomist got me with one stick, and one adjustment today. If I'd thought to remove the pressure bandage earlier, I probably wouldn't have the tiny bruise colored crease mark where the top edge was. Otherwise, a nice clean mark. And woot, the donation only took 8 minutes to drain today!
They're trying to talk me into pheresis. It can take up to two hours, but the needles are smaller. I'm just not sure I could take the queasiness for that long. I don't get dizzy or go into shock when I give blood, but I do get pit-of-the-stomach, elevator-dropping, queasy. As soon as I sit in the damn couch, so it has nothing whatsoever to do with the needle.
They had sugar-free cookies in the lounge. So I had two. Then I broke down and took a package of swiss rolls, anyway. I've a long tradition of eating "forbidden" foods after I donate.
Summing up today:
- I dropped off brownies for Teacher Appreciation Week (the ones with real sugar and white flour -- they were yummy)
- I donated a pint of A+ (CMV negative, go me)
- I dropped off my allergy serum with my PCP and made an appointment for Monday (the doctor has to see me the first time, and then any nurse can stick me)
- I stocked up on groceries -- staples, and ingredients for Sweet and Sour Ham Balls, Pineapple Meatloaf and Enchiladas
- I picked up my paycheck
- I picked up Tigger
- I cashed my paycheck
- I put away the groceries
- I settled into a big nonproductive LJ-reading lump
- We had leftovers for dinner, and Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper
After I retrieve the khakis from the dryer and transfer clothes from the washer, I'm turning in.