Today, I had to go and get my blood taken. Which meant waking up way too early and of course eating nothing after 6 in the previous evening. I frikkin hate that they can't do an afternoon blood taking for those who don't fall asleep naturally at 8 in the evening and wake up bright and early next morning. Bloody uncaring bastards, the lot.
So my day started at 01:05, when I woke up. I went to sleep rather early at 10 last night so I wouldn't freeze to death or grow too hungry.
Obviously, the plan didn't work. I tried sleeping and thought about stuff until it became unbearable to just lie there in the dark all bored and not sleepy in the slightest. So from around 3 in the morning I read till I felt a bit sleepy and decided to lie back down at 5:30. I only managed to fall asleep due to the background noises around 6:15. My clock woke me up at 6:30.
So I got dressed and went down to get my blood sample taken. I had to walk to the doc, because the tram just left when I arrived at the stop. Was about -8°C. I was damned hungry. But I was all nice. Why spoil other people's day as well?
A few women asked me where they could get a number, so I pointed out to them (I asked the receptionist women last time, so I was prepared). And then came the old man. He asked me, I told him where he could get a number. He told me, whining, that he only wanted to talk to the lab receptionists (the "lab" wing/department is where blood samples are taken and where you had to submit other samples to the receptionists if this department obviously, and who handled doctor's notes before you were told which door you had to wait in front of - and they also gave you the lab results back). I told him he had to pick a number there, see that pillar, yes, there was a screen on the side of it... He interrupted me, not caring, asking me again and again, not letting me to explain, bitching that he only wanted to talk to the lab receptionists. Then he turned, not saying a thing and asked the old man standing next to me. He explained the same thing I told him, and the old bitchy man went there without another word and got himself a frikkin number. WHAT THE HELL, BASTARD?!
Anyway, I stood there, not daring to sit down in case I fell into a deadly sleep and miss my once-in-28-days chance. I got called to the receptionist, who was quite amazed at all the stuff that will be analyzed from my blood. She gave me a bunch of papers and told me to wait. I did. And then I got called in. The woman inside (there were about 4 other people all getting their blood
sucked out taken told me briskly to undress and then shouted "oh sweet Jesus".
Whoa. She was looking at the paper. She told me that that list was a lot. I asked her if I'd have any blood remaining. She didn't answer.
Luckily, I had a tank top under my pullover and turtleneck, mostly because it was so frikkin cold out there, so I wasn't only in my bra when my blood was taken. She took5 (well, I remember counting at least 5 clicks but I think it was prolly 6) test tube full of blood from me (and let it be mentioned I had to go there on the third day of Aunt Irma's visit to boot), slapped some gauze on my arm and told me to press down on it for 5 minutes and to get out because she had to attend to the next one.
Boy, was I glad I wasn't naked. I tried to reach down to take my pullover and bag while she screamed at me to press down on the gauze. I told her something along the lines of: I can't grab my stuff, clear out and press down on it as well. I think I might have been a bit snappy. Oh well. Anyway, I finally got out and got ogled by a bunch of men. Thanks. Who asked them to look? I was half dead, totally out of blood, about to faint and all they could do was ogle my boobs. I really would have appreciated it at that point if someone helped me to a chair. Instead I stumbled to one and fell into it.
I pressed down on the gauze until the bleeding stopped, but thanks to the woman not helping me with my stuff (would it have been that much of a bother to help me sling my bag (wasn't heavy at all) onto my shoulder and throwing my pullover over my arms so I didn't ahve to let go of the gauze??) I had... still have a purple bruise. Not big, just a bit painful. Assholes. I sorta wish I had fainted there. It would have given them more trouble. Do you just shoo someone out after taking that much blood?!
Anyway. I climbed to the first floor, got into the toilet to tuck my tank top and turnleneck back into my pants, because I really didn't want to catch a cold. A woman opened the door on me (I wonder if she has heard of knocking) and didn't close the door. Bitch. Then I washed my hands and ate the 9 baby tomatoes I brought with myself and ate a small bun. I wasn't really hungry at that point. I was dead tired. But since I was already in the city, I had to go to places.
First I went to the post recovering a letter the frikkin postman failed to deliver (he assumed nobody was at home so I had to spend time on getting the letter from the post office myself - I wonder what the hell postmen are for). Then I went and bought myself pretty pretty mother of pearl buttons. 2 bigger, 4 medium. Should have bought more. Oh well. Then I went and bought myself T-clasps for my bracelets. I got a discount because I was a return customer. Yay! <3
Then I went to my flat, got my mail, and then went home. The frikkin basement cat attacked me. I had to feed him and he poked me enough so I had to pick him up and scratch his ears. (I was afraid if I bent down I'd faint.) He in return of my kindness sunk his claws into my arm right next to the needle mark. I screamed and put him down nicely on a chair. He stared miffed at me and went to sleep. I didn't have the heart to kick him out, even though he wasn't my cat but the neighbour's.
Then I decided to air out the flat in hopes of letting some fresh oxigen in and scaring the cat away. And when the blast of air slammed a door shut the cat decided to leave after all. Which was good, because once I closed the doors and turned the heater back on I fell into the bed, barely managing to kick off my pants and pullover and fell into a deeeep sleep.
I woke up at 6 in the evening, feeling slightly better, scared shitless. It was the second time in my life I had no idea where I was, when it was and what was happening, why I was there, etc. It was a really creepy experience. I'm one who always knows where she is and what time of day it is (as in morning, afetrnoon, etc). Five minutes later my mom came home and told me I was green as spinach.
I looked into the mirror and - I'm not kidding - jumped back in horror. My skin was greenish-white, my lips eerily red, even though they were faded too. I looked like a zombie. So I ate and drank as much as my stomach could manage.
My folks left to buy fish (newest passion in our family) and when they came back at 9 I wasn't that green anymore. I still feel a bit faint and am freezing, but now I feel better. I wonder just how much blood they could have taken. I've never felt like this after they have taken my blood... ever.
