and then woke up to find a small bruise on my cheek, and a bloody lip.

No big deal. This sort of thing is totally a normal occurrence, y’know?

Glad to know my life is oh so predictable.

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michyy:screamflydream:(via johnnyauburn) Way to shoot for the stars America Woo. Incest. The fack..

This is ridiculous.

It’s April 27th. And I woke up this morning to snow.

Clearly thinking something was wrong, I went back to bed, guessing that I was just dreaming. Turns out I wasn’t, and because I fell back asleep, I ended up missing my first class. Shit.

UVM may not have gotten the best winter this year, but that does NOT give the weather the right to dump on us when it’s almost MAY. Especially not when just yesterday, I was getting sunburned outside, strumming my guitar.

Snow, you put me into a really shitty mood, so I hope you don’t mind when I blame you for all my problems today.

because for the third time in a row, I couldn’t go through with donating blood!

My BP was normal, my temp was perfect, even my hemoglobin, which has been the trouble spot in the past, was in the average range for me this time.

So WHY couldn’t I actually give away some of my good red stuff?

Well, I did start to..had my arm all prepped up with iodine, the bag all set up. Everything was clear..until the needle went in.

Last time I was actually cleared to give blood, the needle wasn’t too bad. Passed right through, and I chilled out for ten minutes, though I was slightly dizzy at the end, so I had to wait at the snacks table for fifteen minutes before I was cleared to leave. Nothing too terrible. 

This time, however, a sharp pain shot through my arm as the needle went in. I gritted my teeth, and tried to look chill, but they noticed. Trying to realign the needle only made it hurt worse.

By the time they got it right, I was close to passing out, and needed to lie there for what seemed like 5 years. The guy then ripped the needle out, and apologized profusely, saying that he might have accidently hit a nerve when he stuck in the needle, “but you don’t have a lot of bruising, so you should be fine.”

Before I knew it my eyes started gushing out those tears. Shit. If there’s anything I hate doing more than crying, it’s crying in public.

He felt so bad, but I told him not to worry about it. He really didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not mad at him at all. I’m just pissed at myself for overreacting at the needle. I could’ve survived with it for ten fucking minutes. So what if it hurt a little?! I could’ve been useful, and made a difference. It’s unlikely they’ll use my blood, since he bag wasn’t even half full. Now that I think about it, I could have offered my other arm. Not that they would have necessarily agreed, but at least I would have had that idea to voice.

Oh, and the big kicker?

I, like everyone who didn’t bug out during the donation will still have to wait the 55 days before I can have another go. So I got to be completely useless, AND not reap the benefits.

Not. Cool.

Once upon a time, circa December, I went to the gym on campus to donate a pint of red, type O goodness to the blood drive.

Now, if you’ve donated blood before, you know that they screen you first, ask you questions about your medical history, if you have any recent tattoos and/or piercings, if you’ve traveled anywhere, if you might be HIV+, etc, etc.  Once you survive the questionnaire, they stick your middle finger to measure hemoglobin levels, making sure you aren’t iron deficient.

This has been kind of a problem for me since my first time in September. Finger stick result: a borderline between okay and too low. Docs debate about weather or not to let me go through, and I finally do. Nearly passed out during the process, probably because I was skating on that thin divided line. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to go back.

Back to December: Iron’s too low, by just a smidgen. Apparently, my results indicated that I was borderline anemic. Hmmm..

So over winter break, I decided to make a change in my diet: I was going to start eating meat again. Holy crap. Talk about irony, how UVM, for once, turned a veg into a meat-eater. (Well, I guess it was. Iron-y based, anyway..)

When your diet is suddenly containing more protein, and you’ve kept at it for the past five weeks, you’d expect your hemoglobin levels to soar, right? Apparently not.

I went to the blood drive today, and found that not only did I fail the iron test again, but my numbers didn’t even stagnate. They went DOWN. And not only did they drop, but they actually were too low to make the charts.

Yeah, that’s right, even after changing your diet, taking more vitamins, eating freaking MEAT for the past month and a half, what do you get?  Anemia?!

Not so iron-y, anymore..

Still pondering how the fuck this happened. What a mindfreak moment.