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Go figure.

For the whole fall, I've not being feeling good. Generally a bit depressed and more spazzy than usual. Can't concentrate in my classes and keep falling asleep in Pre-Calculus. (Actually, that one's not my fault.) Plus, I've been more cranky and PMS-y. I though it was actual PMS. I thought I was going to be unmotivated and flunk junior year. Until now.

At school, I checked into a blood donation event, where I skipped a period to donate oodles of my blood to people who need it, but not enough to pay for it. (Except in crackers and orange juice.) I went with another friend. Of the two, she definitely looked the more worse off. She was spazzing about the needle and mentioned she gets dizzy at the sight of blood. sweatdrop Now there's dedication.

After ten minutes of arguing with a volunteer that I could donate my blood, I got my finger stuck for a routine test to see if I had the appropriate amount of red blood cells. It HURT like the blazes. crying

But after a while of the nurse bending over some machine that cooked and analyzed my blood, she gave me a deferral form and said that my iron count was too low for a donation.

So go figure. All this time I figure I'm having a lazy fit, and while it WAS a lazy fit, it was also anemia.

Which is teh awesome. Because now I have an excuse for my parents when they glare at me reclining on the couch. Plus, now I have a reason to enjoy my carnivorous habits again. THANK YOU, OH GOD OF LOW BLOOD COUNTS.

But I'm still going to gorge on protein until next week, when I can have another chance to donate my blood. Darn crackers and juice are too delicious to resist. 3nodding

P.S: My friend did donate blood. She was so dizzy she had to hold on to the table edge as she shakily picked up chips and peanut packets. Then she reclined for fifteen minutes (regulated by law for high school donors) with her feet propped up and three wet packs on her forehead, neck and stomach. People walking in the gym to donate took one glance at her and started to look queasy. On the plus side, she got to wear two "Be nice to me, I donated blood" stickers (I gave her mine) and had free snacks offered to her all day.