Today was a relatively quiet, uneventful day. As far as my goals, that is. We walked down to the street fair again, to go to the car show and let the kids on some of the rides. It was super hot, and the bees were out en force, but it wasn’t too bad. After walking around down around the cars, among which this one –
(my favorite!) – was present, we went back up to the street. I got the funnel cake that I promised myself, along with a coke, and we settled down to eat…but ended up having to walk back to the van to eat our goodies (Brian’s elephant ear, the kids’ funnel cake) because the bees were insistent upon sharing our goodies…and we were feeling quite selfish and, you know, unwilling to get stung. Eventually, we headed back to the street and took the kids around to get on some of the rides. We had been about to head home when, while I was selecting my stuffed animal for throwing a ball (which was clocked at 28 mph! go me!), Crissy showed up! She’d been sleeping when we left. After selecting my animal – we walked around some more, including back down to the car show briefly and then up to the nearby covered bridge so I could take some pictures – of which I did get some nice ones, the kids getting on another ride, and letting Crissy see what sort of fatty goodness she wanted to get. Then, it was time to go and see if the blood donation bus was open. It hadn’t been when I walked down a couple hours earlier, but it was then. After filling out the paperwork, they got me up, stuck my finger (iron was at 14.4, which is good, because I have a history of being slightly anemic, which keeps me from donating sometimes), and then got me set up.
That’s where it got -fun-. I normally donate from my right arm. Now, I’m saying normally, but I haven’t actually had a successful donation since I was about 21 years old. Either way, I’d never had a problem with it before. This time, though, they had trouble finding a vein, then, once they did stick me, the blood was very slow coming out, and then just…stopped. After trying for several minutes, they decided to try my other arm, which I was, of course, all for. I’m O-negative, and I’m a staunch supporter of donating if you’re able, especially now that I’m close with someone who has benefitted from a blood transfusion before. So they got my left arm all prepped, and…good to go! Good flow, all that jazz.