I went to donate blood yesterday after work. I didn’t have an appointment, but it didn’t really slow anything down. Went through the usual process right up until they did the needle stick. The nurse was alerted to a problem and hurried over to the snack table. A high-school aged guy had his head down on the table and was about to pass out. A couple of the nurses got damp cloths and carefully tipped him back over in his chair so his feet were elevated. It looked a little weird, but seemed to do the job. They kept him like that for a few minutes, then moved him onto one of the beds. He had turned a strange shade of green and stayed that way all through my donation – which went smoothly and uneventfully. (though the actual needle stick was a little rough – I’m guessing she was distracted) I’m guessing he didn’t eat before his donation – I learned my lesson on that a while ago.
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My sister and her family were moving to a new house over the weekend and I offered to help. My brother-in-law had rounded up a big crew and we managed to make short work of the furniture. Some of the heaviest pieces were a file cabinet, a dresser, and a freezer. I got on those and helped with taking them up or down stairs as needed.
One of co-workers and I have been sharing a SpongeBob SquarePants figure for a few months now. It actually belonged to one of his kids, but he brought it into work for some reason and we’ve taken to hiding it in each other offices. I get in earlier than he does and he stays later than I do – so, we’ve each got a window of opportunity. Sometimes behind a computer monitor or in the fake plants on my desk, the unspoken rule is that some part of SBSP must be visible. Not long ago, I decided to up the game. I tied elastic strings to SBSP’s legs and hung him upside down from the ceiling in my co-workers office behind the door – as though the plastic figure had bungie jumped off the door. It was a few days before my co-worker noticed the strings hanging down from the ceiling and laughed out loud when he realized what I had done.
A while ago, I had an incident with the snowy roads and the sharp turn into my driveway. I ended up missing the drive and sliding into the ditch. With a bit of luck, I managed to straddle the edges of the ditch and contrived to get myself down the hill to a smoother spot and got my car out and back onto the road. Ironically, that was the day where I had earlier complained about bad drivers in the wintertime in Ohio on Facebook.
I got up at my regular time this morning and first thing I did was check my phone. Sure enough, there was a text message from the University – we were closed for the weather. In a word – awesome.
I did an online health survey yesterday and according to that, I’m apparently near death. High risk for like half a dozen serious ailments and conditions. I guess I’d be more worried if the health screening I did recently was even slightly accurate and if the health survey wasn’t so dang vague. I’m going to take this with a grain of salt – which I should be cutting back on – and just keep doing what I’ve been doing.
I forgot my swim gear on Friday -and the pool ended up being closed anyway. Based on my rules…
Given any kind of downtime and I’m likely to be found with my nose in a book. I love to read and the shelves in my own library at home are full to overflowing. So, it’s pretty rare for me to “give up” on a book – that is, start and then not finish.
Last weekend, I went to visit my folks, my sister, and her family for my sister’s birthday. We went out to eat to a local Mexican restaurant and spent much of the weekend hanging out and playing games. I got some high scores in Quirkle and gave the rest of the crew a run for their money in Scotland Yard as the infamous Mr. X.
I ended up making 300 hearts for the Hearts for Humanity dinner/dance. I timed myself and was able to make one heart in 50 seconds. You can do the math on that one – then add in time to actually cut the paper to 1/2 squares. I didn’t get any feedback, but I’m still pleased with the accomplishment.