Current location:	home
Current mood:	determined
Entry tags:	blood donation, dreams

Third-time blood donor today! (Noteworthy occasion.) Had enough courage, went there on my own, and everything. Overly-solicitous staff, at times. Wouldn't let me get up afterward for a while even to go across the room. Kept asking periodically if I was okay. You'd think a few tears signify a person not suited for this...
Did just fine. Better each time.

And I realize I want the attention, need someone to know just how brave I'm being, but that doesn't mean to excess--lie on the cot and have them bring me juice? Let me off so the next person in line can have it, really.

Met a person there who knew me, one of the recipients of one of Lady's puppies years and years ago; discovered that they lost that dog the same summer Lady died. I don't think any of her really lives on. Sad.


Had the day off, slept in obscenely late. Caught up on the hours I've missed and all the dreams, too. Nod to "The Ugly Duckling" of sorts with my family keeping a Canada Goose that thought it was a chicken--we were happy when it came back after flying south for the winter. Had to assimilate one dream with my BF suggesting a hiking jaunt through Camp Ledgewood, just enough realism included to wonder if he really did, but no. One scholastic dream, not a nightmare, but strange shifts of setting, I remember. *shrug* probably should have gotten up earlier, but it's time not easily regretted. Comfy.