09/16/2019 "I feel kinda lightheaded"

Throughout my life, I have had opportunities to donate blood, and I always passed it up for some reason. I have a relative fear of needles, and when I have had blood tests at Doctor appointments, it hasn't been my favorite experiences, and donating blood is just a longer version of that. Well, we were helping out at an event that the Stake Relief Society Presidency put on, and a blood drive, and they were giving out t shirts. I wanted a t shirt. And I have never known my blood type either. That's good info I have wanted to have. Well I signed up and go in with all the courage I could muster. First They prick my finger (I hate having my finger pricked, definitely more than getting shots. The squeezing of my finger is the worst part). I felt mostly fine, but as I started answering the questions on the laptop they had, I start losing the ability to focus, and I turn to the lady next to me and say "I feel kinda light headed." That was the last thing I remembered. Immediately following that I woke up, laying on the floor surrounded by nurses. I passed out before I even got to the donation. After recuperating we just went home. Elder Critchfield drove for the rest of the day. And I took a big nap. Passing out really takes it out of you.

And despite all that I didn't get a t shirt. Maybe next time...

Anyways, that's most of my week by way of interesting things. We taught a few lessons at the beginning of the week but by later in the week, everyone was canceling their appointments. We had some I was really excited for, but they canceled. I guess them canceling is better than us showing up and them just not being there, and never texting us back to where we never hear from them again. 

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1) Here's a member of the ward and I. He's pretty tall. A constant reminder of my lack of height. 


2) the district. Elder Larsen, Elder Morrow, Me, Elder Critchfield, Sister Hernandez, and Sister Long. 

3) street legal go cart. 

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