You don't?
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Could equally belong in the Annoying or Travel threads, but we've curtailed our walking trip along Hadrian's Wall and are heading home. Mrs Charlie has rheumatoid arthritis and had a bad flare yesterday. That and her blisters means that she can't do the distances required. She is not a quitter so is not happy. Neither am I.
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Just gave blood for the first time in my life. The process itself was fine, but I went really lightheaded and nauseous afterwards and apparently was very pale, they tipped the bed up to make the remaining blood pour to my head and put wet towels on my head. Did not enjoy that.
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You've probably only got about 5 pints to start with, so it's not surprising taking a pint left you a bit wobbly.
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Very good. My money was on tricky to be the first with a "you so small" joke, but he's probably at the pub. Anyway, apparently it wasn't a good idea to go to the gym right before giving blood for the first time. Now I know.
I'm now torn between hoping my blood is some really rare and valuable type so I know it's worth doing if I'm going to be a big pussy about it, or some really common type that they use for feeding hobo vampires because it's no use for anything else so I don't have to feel bad about never going again.
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I’m a blood fanny as well. So I just don’t bother anymore.
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Give blood, go pub. Surely that's standand behaviour?
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Oh, I'll go again. A couple of minutes of feeling a bit shitty and getting fussed over by a bunch of nurses a couple of times a year is worth it.
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Giving blood doesn’t have too many ill effects for me (I have to have a bunch taken every six months regardless due to the meds I’m on) but the last time I went, I gave plasma as well and that took nearly an hour and was not an entirely pleasant sensation.
Still, I have a lot of catching up to do as I couldn’t give blood in the US for the first 20 years I lived here because CJD. -
Yeah, they only lifted that restriction on us 18 months ago, and since then this is the first time I've gone 3 months without getting fresh ink which is also a restriction.
Might reward myself for my altruism and bravery by getting another tattoo.
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I would have made you right. But you were correct on both points.
I stopped giving blood when they told me that they didn't want it. Which offended me on a number of levels. Their reasoning was that I had a Kenyan girlfriend.
At the time they were in the process of killing perfectly viable people through infected blood products from disease addled British folk.
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I was on a trial giving blood every six weeks (rather than three months) but had to stop due to low iron levels (so I guess the trial proved giving blood more often was not actually safe!)
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Runners nipple x2. Yikes.
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Horrible. For future reference Vaseline is your friend.
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Wifey had me socialising whilst also working my tits off. I think my old body is taking a pounding. Feeling very run down, but because of the financial situation imposed on us by Trump's insane tariffs (he is pocketing the money), wifey was very close to losing her business so I have had to pick up the slack. I am 55 for chrissakes and working sometimes 14, 15 hours a day. Not optimal.
Anyway, body has told me to fuck off yesterday and today. of course, still working but I am good at faking being not totally buggered because I always am. Or I am genuinely sick...
Chicago: Running on fumes.
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Had my first game for a few months tonight. Knee still not right (never will be), but structurally okay. Got done a few times because there are some movement adjustments that I just can't make any more. Kicking was better than expected, running generally okay. Pointing and shouting on, err, point.
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Gastritis acting up. First time in years. Burps and farts that are truly satanic in their sulphuric odor. Could do without the nausea and stomach pain.
