Okay, I have to admit it: I'm a wuss when it comes to giving blood.
A big wuss.
I get nervous and the hours leading up to the "withdraw" time makes my stomach knot up like crazy.
I always make Mr. Me come with me because it seems like every time I go have blood drawn without him, I pass out. I even passed out so bad once I slid out of the chair, slamming my head into everything on the way down.
If he's not with me, there's a good chance I'll hit the deck. But with me, I'm unstoppable.
So I dragged him and Roo down to the lab this morning for a preggo panel and proudly can say, my eyes didn't roll back nearly my head once.
Of course, the nurse managed to nick a nerve or something in my arm because it's swollen to the size of a ping pong ball (which is better than the golf ball it was two hours ago) and it hurts like the devil to bend and stretch my arm.
How's that for an exciting Friday?
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