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After work I drove to the Red Cross to donate blood. My iron was good and they sat me down to put the needle in. Long story short, they used a different vein than normal, which ended up clotting too early and they couldn't use my not-quite-full bag of blood. After several attempts to reposition the needle, they pulled it out. I started feeling really hot and dizzy so they tipped me back and propped my legs up. Then they said I had a hematoma and made me sit there 10 more minutes with an ice pack on my arm. So kind of a fail on that. I still got my Nutter Butters though.
Driving home reminded me why working until 3 p.m. instead of 4 p.m. is so great. I can't think of one good thing about driving at 4 p.m. in Nashville. Crazy.