Thing I've Been Doing, For Now

Hi everyone!

Oh. Another weekend, over again. They go by so fast that before you know it, Monday morning is here to greet you again. But let's take solace in the fact that it is at least a short week for most of us. And that a much needed long (or really long, for some of us) weekend is only a short four days away.

I was able to get a lot in this weekend, including:

• Hitting up the mall with Jenny
• Avoiding the dance (Maybe one day I'll start attending again. But don't hold your breath.)
• Scoring some awesome, cheep, thrift store finds
• Eating some delicious turkey with a funny family
• Buying my mom an early Mother's Day gift (I'm a pretty awesome daughter.)
• Laughing over Apples To Apples with some crazy friends
• Partaking in some fierce after church flirting
• Hearing all of the gossip
• Failing at donating blood

All in all a pretty eventful weekend, well all except the blood donating. Excitedly 56 days had passed since our last donation, and we headed to the blood donor clinic to once again become heroes. I had prepared all week. I took all of my vitamins, was incredibly conscious of increasing my iron intake, and drank bucketfuls of water. I even went to be relativity early on Friday night, and by the time blood donating time had come around I was feeling pretty great.

We checked in, and moved on to get our iron levels checked. Out of the whole process, this is the part that makes me most nervous. I'm not afraid of needles. I am pretty sure I don't have AIDS. But I am always on the lower end of the iron level. I don't feel weak, or iron deficient. I honestly get at least two healthy meals a day and I eat as much meat as the next person. I don't know why iron doesn't want to stay in my blood. So, barely making the iron grade last time, I tried everything I could to up my iron intake.

A poke of my finger and a drop of blood into the iron testing solution resulted in me failing iron test number one. The nurse told me not to be sad just yet, there was another test she could perform. Another poke and more blood and I failed another iron test. I was so sad. I cried to my nurse that I had tried to hard to be full of extra iron! She gave me a weak smile and said there was one more test we could try. I submitted yet another finger for her to draw blood, and yet again failed the test. My plans of being a hero and donating blood that day were shattered. My nurse reminded me to eat more red meat and dark green vegetables and hopefully in another 56 days my iron would be right where it needed to be. I did receive a small bag of chips as a consultation prize and went over to watch my friends attempt blood donating.

The staff at the clinic took pity on me and offered me all of the free juice and cookies I wanted. It really is a great staff at the blood donor clinic! So I am redoubling my efforts and have decided that come May, 56 days from now, my blood will be so full of iron they won't know what to do with me.

Alright. Well if you haven't noticed, things have changed around here, again.  So take a look and let me know what you think of the new look. 


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Just putting my nose to the grindstone for the next few days, with my eye on the long weekend almost within our grasp. I forgot how wonderful holidays are.

Love you all. Can you believe it is almost April!

As Always,