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Jan. 13th, 2008 04:02 pmSo today I achieved one of my life ambitions and passed out. It was okay, actually. The passed out part, I mean. Everything afterward kind of sucked.
My parents' church had a blood drive today, and I donated, and afterward I walked over to the food area, and I felt really dizzy, so I sat down. Some asked me if I was okay, and I said I was fine because I hate people fussing all over me (haha, if only I'd known!). Then everything went kind of white, and then I had this really amazing dream. The only thing I remember about it now is that there was some really weird music in it and that it gave me a happy feeling. Anyway, then I felt something wet on my forehead, and I thought I was home in bed, so that confused me. I opened my eyes, and I was lying on the floor, and all the blood drive people were crouched over me putting wet towels on my head and neck and stuff. I asked what happened, and nobody answered, which I sort of get because I'd actually figured out what had happened when I asked the question; what I actually wanted to know was if I'd fallen on the floor or if someone had put me there. The only response I got, however, was that I shouldn't close my eyes, which made me think I'd fallen because you're not supposed to close your eyes if you get a concussion (as it turned out, someone caught me before I fell; I don't know what the whole eye thing was about). Anyway, then they put me in this chair with my feet elevated, and gave me this gross power drink and some Nutter Butters, and took my pulse and blood pressure, and it was really, really embarrassing. All I could think was that I'm so glad it happened here and not when I went to give blood with my Optimal Health class last year, because if it had happened with Optimal Health class, you know I would always be "that girl who passed out after we went to give blood. What was her name? Curly hair, do you remember?" And how awful would that be?
After we left the room, I almost passed out again, and a little after that my mom almost passed out as well. Then she got mad and said they shouldn't let small people donate. And I was like, "They don't. We're just not small enough."
In other news, I've been trying to write my missing moment from OotP since, um, before Deathly Hallows came out, which is sort of pathetic, really. And I've also been working on this fanmix for James and Lily for well over a month, and I'm still stuck. I thought I was ready, but then I realized that Track 3 didn't fit at all, so I have to find another Track 3. Because this fanmix is supposed to compare/contrast with the one I made for Snape/Lily, so it has to have nine tracks that compare/contrast with those nine tracks. It's only nine tracks and I still can't finish it! Which is also really pathetic.
Ah, well, such is life.
My parents' church had a blood drive today, and I donated, and afterward I walked over to the food area, and I felt really dizzy, so I sat down. Some asked me if I was okay, and I said I was fine because I hate people fussing all over me (haha, if only I'd known!). Then everything went kind of white, and then I had this really amazing dream. The only thing I remember about it now is that there was some really weird music in it and that it gave me a happy feeling. Anyway, then I felt something wet on my forehead, and I thought I was home in bed, so that confused me. I opened my eyes, and I was lying on the floor, and all the blood drive people were crouched over me putting wet towels on my head and neck and stuff. I asked what happened, and nobody answered, which I sort of get because I'd actually figured out what had happened when I asked the question; what I actually wanted to know was if I'd fallen on the floor or if someone had put me there. The only response I got, however, was that I shouldn't close my eyes, which made me think I'd fallen because you're not supposed to close your eyes if you get a concussion (as it turned out, someone caught me before I fell; I don't know what the whole eye thing was about). Anyway, then they put me in this chair with my feet elevated, and gave me this gross power drink and some Nutter Butters, and took my pulse and blood pressure, and it was really, really embarrassing. All I could think was that I'm so glad it happened here and not when I went to give blood with my Optimal Health class last year, because if it had happened with Optimal Health class, you know I would always be "that girl who passed out after we went to give blood. What was her name? Curly hair, do you remember?" And how awful would that be?
After we left the room, I almost passed out again, and a little after that my mom almost passed out as well. Then she got mad and said they shouldn't let small people donate. And I was like, "They don't. We're just not small enough."
In other news, I've been trying to write my missing moment from OotP since, um, before Deathly Hallows came out, which is sort of pathetic, really. And I've also been working on this fanmix for James and Lily for well over a month, and I'm still stuck. I thought I was ready, but then I realized that Track 3 didn't fit at all, so I have to find another Track 3. Because this fanmix is supposed to compare/contrast with the one I made for Snape/Lily, so it has to have nine tracks that compare/contrast with those nine tracks. It's only nine tracks and I still can't finish it! Which is also really pathetic.
Ah, well, such is life.
