On her birthday, Anne Wheaton requested that everyone donate blood. I always have been wary of donating blood and such. I am not sure why, but I have been. And well, I know Beth has bugged me a little that I should donate blood. But now Anne Wheaton was asking me (indirectly) to donate, so naturally I had to think about it. After talking with Beth some I figured I would give it a go. The next convenient appointment I could make was two weeks away.
I get there and they have a bunch of cots setup. I read through their little pamphlet and answered all of their questions. Many of the questions seemed fairly similar and a lot of them were weird. I know it is to try to weed out high risk factor people, but still, they seemed weird.
They got me all hooked up and started drawing the blood. For some reason I was expecting it to be more, but it wasn’t really any worse than them taking blood for tests. The time went by slowly. And then I was all done. I felt fine, so I got up and went over to their “cantina” and selected the chocolate chunk cookie and some apple juice.
Things were good, I was debating about seeing if I could leave early since I felt fine. But figured, “whatever, I am going to eat my cookie and drink my juice.” I finished off the cookie and was part of the way through my juice. At this point it had been maybe 10-ish minutes since they stopped pulling blood. I started to get a little tunnel vision/light headed. I get that a lot and normally can just push through it. So I close up my juice and set it on the table and start thinking about if I should move to a specific position or just sit in the chair and fight.
Then I kind of start to get my vision back and have their weird feeling that I was finishing a dream or something. You know how your mind wanders a little when you are really tired and just waking up, like that. But no I was on the floor with two of the volunteers hovering over me asking questions and calling my name. I came to quickly and they continued to ask questions to make sure I was conscious. I knew I was fine at that point. As normal with nearly passing out and recovering, I could feel the change in my blood pressure and got VERY warm. They made me lie on the floor for a while long while they called for 911 and to have them check me out because I bumped my head. I could feel that I had bumped my head and knee a little but it really didn’t feel that bad.
After the paramedics had a chance to check me out and get me back into the chair I just fell out of, they left. When I got a chance to look at the bruise, um yeah, it was a little more than I was expecting but all is good. They were naturally very paranoid about me doing anything so they gave me more juice and another cookie! But not only that, Anne and I got to have a little mini twittersation over the fact that I passed out. I hope that she didn’t worry too much.
My friends and I have been doing weekly runs and several of us have been training for a Half Marathon on Labor Day. Friday was our last big run, 2 hours, and Beth was very worried about me because of my passing out and warned me that I would be slow due to giving blood only 2 days prior. So I started out slower than normal and then started with my walk/run pattern I normally do, except I bumped my run up to 4 mins of running instead of 2 or 3. As I got to 1 hour out I noted that I had actually gone 5.5 miles, which was a little further than I was expecting since I was supposed to be sluggish. As I got back to my surprise I was actually a little under 2 hours, my first negative split in forever! All in all I ended up going 12 miles in 2:08 (10:42/mile), which is longer and faster than my previous run, 10.1 miles in 1:50 (10:56/mile)! So much for being slow.