Boring Week

I had an uneventful week. I was sick and lazy. I hate being lazy. I walked around all of Sunday feeling like my brain was completely dysfunctional. While walking up the steps to the library on campus, I actually found myself thinking: "I hope I don't fall down these stairs because I'm not sure I know how to climb them." It was crazy, I honestly felt like I couldn't function. Weird.

Well those feelings are gone now and I'm being more productive. Woo hoo! But Navy Boy didn't call this weekend (which would make one week of him being there). He said he thought he could call in one week, but I had a feeling he wouldn't be able to. I'm still trying to figure out how to send him mail but I've had no developments thus far.

I have a feeling things will stay pretty boring until I hear from him or something else exciting goes on in my life. HAPPY ST. PATTYS DAY!

Giving Blood

I went yesterday to be a good citizen and give blood. Let me just say I have a VERY high tolerance for pain and I'm not grossed out at all by blood. In previous surgeries I have even requested to stay awake and watch the procedure. So all was well while I was giving blood yesterday.

Until I got to the snack station.

I knew I should probably eat and drink so I had some pretzels and diet Pepsi (gross). As I sit there watching a rerun of Desperate Housewives, I start to get hot and weak. I wanted to raise my hand to call someone over, but I couldn't move. At some point I guess I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground with 5 Red Cross ladies hovering over me. They were asking me my name, which thankfully I knew, and telling me to cough really hard. Somehow I had been put into a wheelchair and they took me back to a bed to lie down.

After some regular Pepsi (still gross - I'm a coke girl) I started to feel better. The ice pack on my neck helped too. After about 10 mins. I was able to get up and drive home. I wasn't feeling completely better by that time, but it was closing time and I knew they all wanted to get home. So the whole way home I continued to make myself cough (it apparently gets the blood flowing in your head) to avoid passing out again. I made it home safely but felt like crap the rest of the day. I still feel tired today, but I'm hoping that is because it is an ugly day and not because of my debacle yesterday.

The Red Cross ladies kept telling me that this happens a lot to first-timers and that it probably won't happen again. I really want to give blood often, but I don't want this to happen every time. I guess we'll just have to see next time I go!

What are you experiences?

Sick Day

I have a love/hate relationship with sick days.

This being why:

1. I love them because I get to lay around and watch TV/movies all day.
2. I hate them because being sick sucks.
3. I love them because I get to snuggle up with my dogs and be treated like a princess at my parent's house.
4. I hate them because when a couple of hours after you leave work, you start feeling better, but then can't go back to work because you will look like you lied about being sick.

So, when this happens (like it did yesterday) I felt like a complete asshole for not being at work, and technically not being sick. I felt even worse this morning when I got to work and had 3 voicemails. Odd since I rarely get any calls. The most important one being from my boss and he sounded pissed (but then again, he always sounds pissed - so IDK).

Good news though - my roommate (I am deeming her Jan for blogs sake) and I are going to see The Dark Knight tonight at midnight!! (A lot of nite usage there) I've got mad respect for Heath Ledger, but I have to say his character in the movie, the Joker, scares the crap out of me. I will not be surprised if I can't sleep tonight.