The weather has been absurdly wonderful the last few days. Sundresses in October, wooo!
Last Monday I went to give blood—save the world one pint at a time,
that kind of thing—and elected to let them run my blood through some
kind of machine, then deposit some saline into my system, then take more
blood, then deposit more saline, and so on and so forth. It seemed
like the better choice. After all, if the goal was to do a good deed,
then why not do an even better deed?
Because it messed me up for a full twenty-eight hours afterward.
God, it was miserable. I think I just didn’t have enough iron to go
around—I was shaky and dizzy all the rest of the afternoon, even after
two litres of water and about a dozen Oreos. I almost didn’t make it
home, even. I collapsed onto a picnic bench behind the Career Services
Center with my head in my hands for almost twenty minutes before I could
make myself get back up and start putting one foot in front of another
again. And after I finally staggered through the front door, I kind of
stuttered out an incoherent hello to my flatmate (codename: Victorville)
and collapsed in the bed for the rest of the day. I don’t even really
remember what I did, beyond lie there and pretend I was recovering.
Being an adult sucks sometimes. Especially when you have to take care of yourself.
On the other hand, though, last Sunday I spent the majority of my day
skyping with an Edinburgh friend (codename: Pencaitland—thank god for
Facebook, or I’d never know what to codename everyone), and right now
I’m off to the Goleta train station to pick up my friend (codename:
Irvine, for where she goes to uni) and the Brother! It’s going to be an
excellent weekend.
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