Fainting was in vogue at the Blood Center today. I kicked off the trend by letting my legs go on strike just 10 feet from the recliner where I had donated a pint of blood a short while earlier. It was my first time -- fainting, that is -- and it's just as people describe it. Hecka weird.
The room starts spinning, then darkens as the cold floor catches my back. Black. Voices in the distance keep repeating, "Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?" Black. I force my eyes open and squint at the ceiling through a haze, past a ring of round faces. Black. Cold napkins appear on my forehead and neck. Black. I'm nestled in a moving wheelchair. Black. I'm back on the recliner, legs raised, sipping juice through a straw.
A half hour and two beverages later, I'm waving at grinning phlebotomists who chorus, "Much better!" Then their attention is diverted to another donor who is swooning after climbing out of his chair...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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3 comments:
Oh no! Glad you're better. I love giving blood, it's the only real reason I ever have to eat Cheez-Its. Well, that and the fact that I help save lives. But really, it's all about the Cheez-Its. And sometimes the Pecan Sandies. :)
woman, you are such the trend setter ;0) -A
Are the Cheez-Its and Pecan Sandies from home or the snack bar at your blood center? The one I go to has chocolate-glazed donuts. Mmm...
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