Nothing sanguine about this

Just switched the theme of the blog. They call it rustic, old fashioned and dignified. Kind of matches with how I feel tonight. Rusted, ancient and dying.

I got it good from a lot of people. Had donated blood yesterday, and though did not faint immediately afterward, I came home and collapsed. Word spread and people started commenting, asking me why I had “acted” stupid.

What is stupid about donating blood? Er, I know, I am anemic and should not have done, but well, the density test for my hemoglobin was supposedly satisfactory. Maybe the doctors did not bother much. The normal hemoglobin levels for blood donation is to be 12.5 gm and above. A year ago, mine was at 9.3 and I was firmly asked to get myself out of the donating hall. I remember hell breaking loose at home that time, with people trying to stuff me with “iron rich” foods. The only things that they spared seemed to be the window grills and injections, the latter simply because I refused to have anything to do with big mean syringes. Anyways, this year, they did not have the “machine” for checking the levels. They had this solution ( don’t ask me what, anything medical and pharmaceutical, I don’t bother learning ) in which they dropped a blot of blood ( sounds yuck, I know ) and if the blood drop sank within, you could donate. If it floated, you were not supposed to. And mine did neither. It dispersed in the solution. Naturally the doc there was puzzled and she nodded off a “fit for donating” signal.

Again hell broke loose back home and everyone freaked, but I thought that I could enjoy it now. I could be in bed, I could have people attending to me, I could BUNK college, I could glance at that small micro pore band aid on my hand and wrinkle my face in pain, and a lot more.

But, I feel seriously ill, drained of energy. Had been jumping a lot around the city the past week, and combined with the loss of a lot of blood, I guess my system went for a spin. And found it could not stabilize. Now, sadly, I am to start getting injected with iron, for my anemic disposition.
I feel sicker at this news. Could not weed my way out, and had to sadly settle for the deal. Meanwhile, I am happy I am not hospitalized with my migraines. Did I not tell you, I am under siege since early morning.

Now, if you feel healthy after reading through my misery, you are heartless. You aren’t a friend. Just reminded me, I feel a small ache in my heart too…