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FFFC's
Let's have them!
Mine: I think yesterday is probably going to be my last blood donation. I have a less-common type, and I understand they need my blood; however, I'm tired of being butchered because my veins are small and the techs don't know what to do with them. So, I get nasty-ass bruises and feel like crap after. Yesterday, I felt like my donation induced early-onset PMS and wanted to go cry in a corner after snapping at a student for asking a totally legit question. They filled out a report about my weird marks and said the bank would be calling me today to check on me. I am otherwise a very healthy person. My iron was probably the highest it's ever been for donating and I felt so weird and overly emotional after....I don't get it.
I'm at a crossroads and I'm stuck and I'm mad. Mad at my body, and mad at the woman who took my blood yesterday. Hmph.
Re: FFFC's
I don't think that's flammable at all! My first and last blood donation was 12 years ago (the night of the May 3 tornadoes), and I had such a bad reaction I haven't been able to bring myself to do it again. It turned out that I was pregnant but didn't know it yet, so that may have had something to do with it. I've been afraid to risk it, thought, especially if I am driving myself from the donation place. I might try it again sometime if I could get H to drive me.
You know, I've had a similar experience, except with me they took out too much blood at the blood donor place. I was donating for myself for an upcoming surgery where they knew they would need it, and they accidentally took out too much for my body weight at the time. (I was pretty small, only 14.) It was freaky, all I wanted to do was just nod off and go to sleep, and they wouldn't let me...they kept thumping me to keep me awake and such...it scared the crap out of my poor parents. I weigh way more than I did at 14, so it's not like that would happen again, but I still haven't been able to man up and do it again.
I have deleted so many people from facebook due to them using it as a personal pedestal/venting wall. If you don't like someone, 9xs out of 10, no one cares. Facebook was designed as a social networking tool, not a mating ground/soapbox/calling out "haters" or anything unrelated.
I am also fed up with kids on facebook.
I'm in salary negotiations for a potential new job. It has made me lose so much motivation for my current job. I just hope the process goes quickly (it won't) so that I can move on.
I have become that "mom"... All I talk about is my kid. I know how annoying it is yet I just can't stop.
BTW, after the health scares over the last two weeks my baby is healthy and FINALLY gaining proper weight (without formula). See, told ya!?!