First Time Donor

Kyle and I went to the blood donor clinic about a month ago to donate blood together. It was our first time and I didn't really know what to expect. After I was asked a bunch of personal questions, the nurse left the room and there were two stickers with barcodes on them. One was a "yes" barcode, and the other was a "no" barcode. If I was too embarrassed to answer any of the questions truthfully, I could choose the "no" barcode and put it on my file and nobody would know that I didn't think my blood should be used. What an awesome idea. Because I don't do anything risky ever, I was able to answer truthfully and pick the "yes" code.

The nurse decided that she liked the vein in my right arm best, and she brought out a needle with a cap thinger on the end covering the tip. I kept staring at it. It made me anxious and I didn't even think of whether I actually wanted to see it or not, I just kept staring. She noticed and said "Oh sweetie, you don't want to see it." I promptly looked away, feeling slightly discomforted. When she stuck it in it hurt a little, even though she said it wouldn't, but I expected that. Nurses always say it won't hurt just to calm you down. When I become a nurse I'm gonna be straight up about it.

The tube ran the length of my arm and when they started to pump the blood out, it felt warm against my arm. It felt kinda weird just cuz it's like, oh wow, that's my blood. I didn't feel anything throughout the blood draining so it went well. When it was done, Kyle and I went to the refreshment room. I had a coke and a small bag of stale chips. Almost right away I started feeling sick to my stomach. Then I started to feel really off. I tried to force more coke down my throat despite the fact that I felt like throwing it up, cuz I thought I just needed more sugar. It didn't help at all so I put my head on the table. I tried putting my head between my knees, but I was so weak I was scared that I would topple onto the floor.When I lifted my head up I was a little too fast and my head began to swim. I asked Kyle to get a nurse and he brought me like, 8. It was a little embarrassing because they were all acting fast like we were in an emergency room and I was bleeding profusly from an artery or something. They put me on a fully reclined chair and put cold cloth on my face and neck. I felt better almost instantly, and then there were only two nurses in the room, plus my boyfriend and a bunch of people eating snacks. I told the nurses how I had felt and what I did, and they said I did the right thing, and that I would have fainted. They told me that I was so white when they came in. I was wearing red lip gloss but my lips were white too.

So that was fun.

I  will donate again once the 52 day waiting period is up, and I wanna see if I can bring some friends too.

The other day I got a letter in the mail with my Blood Donor card in it, and a letter telling me my blood type is O+, and that 39% of Canadians have this blood type. Also, it's a great type to have, because it is compatible with A+, B+ and AB+.

If anyone actually reads this, tell me what your blood type is.

Ash

I'm gonna call it a good day.

Okay, so today was a bit more eventful than my other days. Good stuff happened and bad stuff happened. I don't want to focus on the bad so I won't really go into detail about it. This morning the bus ride to school lasted an hour and a half, when it usually only takes 45 minutes ( which I think is still ridiculous because it's a 15 minute drive, but it makes sense because the route is kinda squiggly ) This is due to the fact that I live in stupid Saskatchewan, where stupid weather occurs. I was late for class by half an hour, but I was still able to hand my outline in. Skip to home time, and I waited 40 minutes for the bus. I couldn't feel my legs after a while.

I did meet a pretty girl, I didn't get her name though.

The major turning point in the day occured in stats class. Most unlikely place ever, but I'll take it. Prof. Douglas gave us our midterms back, and I thought that I would get a failing grade for sure. Turns out I got 66% which is ridiculously awesome for me. I got 35% on the previous midterm, and I often get failing grades on assignments. After everybody had there scores, the teacher told us that he understands that sometimes it's really hard to get the marks we need throughout the semester, so he's decided that if we work really hard and get a good score on our final, he will accept that as our final mark for the class.

I've decided that Professor Douglas has a beautiful soul.

I was good today and opted for a Hendersons Cafe Soup and sandwhich. I even waited in line at Tim's for a doughnut and left because the line was long and eventually my willpower won.

That's enough for this post I think!

Ash

A little bit of epic at work

So, I work at Home Depot as a returns cashier. About a month ago I was taking a cart to the flooring department when I saw this. I almost freaked out in the middle of the relatively empty store.
For anyone that doesn't get this, it's from the George R.R. Martin novels/HBO series called "Game of Thrones" They are the words of the noble house Stark, and apparently Richard (Who is the department supervisor of the Seasonal department) is a fan. Definitely made my shift.

Ash

About this blog

Alright, so this is a blog about my life and opinions. I've had one of these before, but I always derelict them because I "never have time". After thinking about it for a while, I realized that it wasn't true. The problem was that I never felt that I had anything to write about. It became an effort to sit there and think about what I should write, and that made me feel like my life was incredibly boring. I guess it kinda was.

I really like my life right now. I have a lot more going on, and that makes me less bored. I'm currently working almost full time hours, going to school part time, and planning a couples trip for February. I have a boyfriend who makes me so unbelievably happy it's not even funny, a bunch of friends that actually fit the definition of the word, and an awesome family. I've reconnected with my passions which include reading, writing, painting, picture taking, fashion, beauty and tumbling ;).

The purpose of this blog is to reflect on what's happening, and to keep me focused on what I want and what my goals are. Lately I find myself overly happy because of little, relatively insignificant things, and I don't want to lose that. I hope to accomplish this by documenting them. I will post whenever I feel like it, to avoid turning my blog into a chore.

So that's all I have to say as an introductory post. I may post again later today, but I make no promises.

Thanks for reading!

Ash