It finally happened, I puked 😂
I’ve given blood many many times but admittedly it has been a few years (I feel guilty I know I know I’m back to regular donations from now on)
Everything was great, as painless as possible, felt totally fine and hopped up to leave and ohh so confidently and briskly walked to my car, cheerily waving on the way out. Big mistake. Huge. The second I sat in the seat the world started narrowing and darkening, my hearing went away to muffled ocean waves crashing , I’m sweating, and barely manage to push the door open and hang my head out to projectile vomit. Whew it was rough but only lasted a few minutes max, though time ceased to exist in those moments.
I consider it a badge of honor and am in no way put off from next time, just humbled!!! Hubris came knocking and I am NOT tough enough to only have bone broth before donating and speed walking out like I have a flight to catch. Just call me Icarus, my lesson has been learned.