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Well, not much happened this week either but still got some update to fill ya in with for anyone who cares about my life and such ^^
Warning: Long journal about nonsense probably not relevant for anyone at all


I was out in town to meet up with my brother and his contact who's watching over him these times. Got a free meal on Casa Blanca. They got a neat buffet. Mmmm.. lasagne.
Had a nice talk with my brother and such, haven't been seeing him so much the past month though I'll see him Sunday at his birthday party held at Granny's place.

Well, right after they both escorted me to the Blood Bank since I had an appointment there, and then waved goodbye.
The usual stuff, just like last time I got drained. Though this time I actually tried to watch the tube with my blood and the bag getting filled. I'm such a wuss about it usually and I did need to look away shortly after
My blood procent was much better than last time and everything seemed to be just dandy and as it should so I was soon on my way out again. I needed to go an errand at the post office after the rest they tell their donors to get after a drain.
I felt perfectly fine and all. I had got plenty of food before the Blood Bank and drank lots of water doing the draining.

So I was completely unprepared as I finally got to the counter in the post office to send my package. Already in the line I felt my breathing didn't gave enough oxygen but I just shrugged it off. It had happened before without meaning anything. Though I felt something feeling like bad bowels movements I do sometimes if I ate too much or fast and feared what the situation could lead to.
Again, I just shrugged it off and just wanted to get things done so I could get out and find a bathroom, but just as I was about to place my signature on a sticker for the package I just bend over onto the counter. Gasping for breath, sweating like crazy and my hands shaking and sticking. With my comment about it felt like I was ready to puke, the post office lady quickly grabbed a bag for me and asked if I needed to go sit down.
I insisted finish signing my name and got my Visa card I used for the payment packed back into my wallet, before I found enough strength to drag myself to a nearby bench.

That had really never happened to me before. Just out of nowhere I felt so horribly sick. But it didn't last too long. Soon I had control of my breathing again and the illness faded away. I still felt my bowels making knots on itselves and my hands felt like spinning and a killer headarche appeared to fade away as well, long before the post office lady got someone to substitute her at the counter and hurry over to me with a bigger bag just in case.
I was asked if they needed to call someone to pick me up, but I already felt much better though sticky from all the sweat.
I went off to the nearest place with toilets, a McDonald resturant, and after finding out it wasnt bad bowel movements that was troubling me, I found a free seat and called the Blood Bank.
I remembered I read in the sideeffects from blood draining were actually illness and nausea. I got hooked up with a nice nurse who confirmed my suspiciouns. Just knowing what it was made me more calm and I had a talk about what I could do to prevent more fits like that.

It was unsure exactly what had trickstarted the fit, but suspiciouns lays on that I didn't rested long enough back at the Blood Bank after the drain. I just didn't wanted to take up a chair for too long, with people still waiting in the waiting room for their turn and since I felt fine I had just walked off without making sure I had rested in at least 10 minutes. I was also told it could be the wait in the line at the post office since standing still for a while wasn't good after a drain.

After making sure I wasn't scared by the experions and wanted my name off the donor list, I was asked if I needed a taxa to my sister's place payed by them, but I was already feeling fine enough to take the bus home. I was first ordered by the nurse to find anything to substitute the lump sugar they usually would have fed me with if I had got ill like that while still at the Blood Bank.
So, by the nurse's order, I got me an orange soda and a cup of icecream with lots of charamel sauce to get as much sugar as possible. It did help a lot and I succeeded getting back home without more ill fits. Still with the order of eating as much fattening and sugary food I could to stay fine. Good it's Snack Friday X3

So, besides that nothing else to tell. It was just a new experience to me and I have learned to take better care next time I donate blood. There's a reason they ask if we got anything to eat before showing up and tries to get us to drink as much as possible doing the draining.

While I was there, I returned the paper I signed about I wanted to donate bone marrow if anyone should need it with same type as me. Even though all the scary stories people had been trying to fill me with about how painful it is I trust what the experts tell me about how it'd be donating my bone marrow and it's not even sure I'll ever be needed. But just in case, they now got my name and type on their list.


Besides all that about donating body liquids and the side effects, nothing much else happened. I didn't had time to draw much today, but will be continueing on the commissions tomorrow.

I read an article in the free papers on the bus ride home about the indignation a new Danish game on a website for the Danish union for families with violence problems.
It was a game ment to catch attention about the violence in a rather provocating way. You play the boyfriend who has to hit and beat the girlfriend till she shuts up. As she gets hits more and more times, a bar in the top of the screen tells how you move from being a pussy to a cool gangstar till the chick finally shuts up. Score 100% Gangsta and the title will change to "100% IDIOT".
A try to tell the young men it's not cool beating the girlfriend. But it is provocating. Especially since a surprising amount of people from other countries than Denmark played it and didn't understood much of the message written in Danish and made complainments about how f*cked up the Danish people were.
People is demanding the game pulled off the site, but those behind it only blocked it so it can only be played inside Denmark and anyone outside the country won't be able to play. Since the message was done in Danish and they don't want it to bring a wrong message about our country.
But others still want it removed completly. The message only appears in the end of the game and it's not sure it's enough to tell the people playing it, that it's actually a bad thing to beat the girlfriend.

What you guys think about this thing?



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