December 21, 2009

I gave blood on Saturday morning. If I actually was able to fill the bag every time I tried to donate, I would have donated a gallon by now. As it is, I’m probably at a half gallon. In fact, the woman at the Red Cross looked at my veins and asked if I had ever filled a bag. Maybe that’s a sign that I shouldn’t give. But it’s pretty much the only thing I’m willing to do as charity, and I’m a huge proponent of it, so I’d feel like a hypocrite if I didn’t. Even though it works only half the time, it is working other half.

Anyways, I followed all the rules before my donation – ate breakfast and drank lots of water. The donation itself went fine, a little slow but that’s normal for me. And then I ate their cookies and drank some more water before heading out to do some Christmas shopping.

Then, in a store, waiting to make a purchase, I start feeling terrible. Overheated, dizzy, funny vision. Awful. So I’m the next person in line, so I just close my eyes and take deep breaths. The store itself is warm, so once I leave, I’ll probably be fine. Fine does not happen soon enough. I end up having to sit on the floor, and the nice woman behind me helps me finish paying for my things (me handing my credit card and ID up, and her handing the receipt down for me to sign). The salesgirl brings me some water and cookies they have in back.

But I can’t just keep sitting in front of the cashier, and I definitely can’t be leaving the store the way I’m feeling. The salesgirl helps me to a fitting room, where I can sit down until I feel better. Sadly, I’m almost 100% sure I passed out for a few seconds on my way there (which was like 15 ft). The only reason I know this is because I definitely spilled my water all over, resulting in me being quite wet and very embarrassed.

Once I recovered enough to find my phone, I started making some calls to find someone to come to the mall to make sure I don’t pass out on my way home. NO ONE answered. It should be noted, I only my guy friends. I feel like if I passed out again, they would be the most able to help. My 5’1″ housemate – probably not quite as much. It should also be noted that I did not call the boyfriend. I thought about it but realized there was absolutely nothing he could do about this situation. By the time I was on my fourth call, I was feeling much better and decided I didn’t need someone to come. While I did make it home just fine, I continued to feel weak the rest of the day.

However, this is probably my most embarrassing moment. It helps that I felt sick enough that it didn’t matter. And I think people bad enough for me that they weren’t judging me. But fainting is the worst – and this is only the second time it’s happened to me. Losing even only a couple of seconds is terrifying for me. One minute I’m standing and the next I’m on the ground and have no idea how I got there. Lesson learned – eat more after giving blood.



  1. Poor girl.
    Can’t these people be nicer and take only half a bag of blood instead? :p

  2. I’ve fainted only once before. It was the most bizarre thing I’ve ever experienced – to be standing one moment and on the floor the next. The discontinuity in my memory is crazy.

  3. I know feel bad that I wasn’t available when you called me. Glad to hear you were okay.

  4. Aww man. 😦

    You should’ve totally called a cab to take you home and grabbed your car later when you were feeling better.

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