When I die any part of my body that is salvagable should be used to help save the life of someone else; I won't be needing it anymore.

I want to help whilst alive too, be an altruist.... I really want to donate blood. One big, big problem though:
 Me + My blood = Fainting.

Doesn't sound to bad but I hate the feeling of the world spinning, tunnel vision, sever nausea and the inevitable losing of consciousness. If you've never fainted - and I mean you were upright then wake up on the floor, can't remember the inbetweeny stages fainting - then I wish I was you. Why am I a wussy? I could quite happily -ok not happily, but you understand my meaning - watch you get bludgeoned to death, guts, gore and blood everywhere. Fine-with-me.

Cut my leg shaving though? Oooooo now that is a totally differen kettle of fish and means I'm most likely going to lie down or fall down.... the former is prefered. My boyfriend has had to help me from the shower a few times....Very attractive for him =S

Today I had more blood taken. I've been having some issue with sleeping if I eat more than a sandwich, and generally not feeling very well after eating. The nice NHS people are checking my digestive enzymes, thyroid function etc thus I had a 'Nil By Mouth' thus no food or drink 12 hours.... Really easy unless you're at a friend's birthday where they're eating pub food, cake and drinking alcohol.....

I also had a really sore throat yesterday, and woke up in the night and went to drink water! When I realised what I was doing I had to run to the toilet and spit it out as it could have affected the results.

Anyway, woke up at 3am. (I'd fallen asleep at 1am) Sods law, I couldn't sleep thus read until 8am when my ex Leo came to pick me up. We went to the hospital.... Now I don't know if they're taking the royal piss but the blood testing department was ages away. I was thinking "I haven't eaten or drank anything in 13 hours... I don't want to continue walking to get there.... and I sure as hell don't want to walk all the way back either after you steal my blood which I created thank you very much!"

Anyhoo, got there, picked up my number and waited for 10 mins. When they called my number the younger lady was like "ooo I haven't done one of these and this requires the bigger syringe so I'll just talk to my supervisor" I was like ARGH, MORE blood than normal?

But finally the nice lady came in. She was fabulous, it hardly hurt and she was really nice. The poor first lady had to run up and down stairs as the blood had to be put in ice straight away and then taken straight to the testing labs. I felt so guilty for her! She tried chatting to me, but I was quite happy with my head lolling to the side, drifting in and out of consciousness and feeling sick lol.

When I'd done my fair share of fainting, I held on my ex and we went home. I was home by 10. Not too shoddy for a morning really. I was really fainty in his car and had my head on his shoulder when he was driving. I hope he didn't get the wrong impression.

This means no more blood tests for a little while. I'm so glad. I was sat in the chair and wanted to run. I heard a younger girl crying, but she didn't faint (lucky so and so)

Ah well, it's over with now. I can get on with life =)

Alexa
xx