Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

You know what happens when you don’t get your meals on time? Or skipping breakfast, but binging on lunch or dinner?

Problems, I tell you! Stomach problems! Skipping breakfast can mean lower metabolism for the rest of the day, plus having your stomach nagging at you during lesson, right before lunch can make concentrating on lectures a worse task than doing the last kilometre on a 42 km marathon.

The same goes for blogging. Writing irregularly makes the entire experience seem patchy, with lots of nagging digging its beaks into the side of your brain - kind of like an itch that yearns to be scratched, yet feels painful when the fingernails hit the flesh.

Graphic description aside, things have been ramping up another notch. I have at least 4 projects due at around the same time within the next 2 to 3 weeks, and absolutely not much time to prance around like a mad-man. The good news is they are mostly pretty easily done, though my Operating Systems research report is getting me in a bind. If somebody would just tell me how to decipher a technical manual on pre-opensourced Solaris operating system, and I’d be on my way with the report.

Yet, sometimes that is just how it would be, isn’t it? There comes some strangely weird obstacle that we just can’t seem to get around, and we wail in anguish at the mess that we hand in; only to get the assignment back, and reading through the very words we write, things don’t seem as dire as they did in the adrenaline-filled days up till the deadline.

Projects aside, the school held a blood donation drive during the week, so I popped down to give some. Too bad that I couldn’t get my classmates to do the same - needles probably gave them as much the crawlies as it does to Badaunt

(My phone offers poor resolution pictures, but that’s my right arm after being poked)

Thank-you card for the blood donation, as well as supplements
(This was taken with my digital camera)

I won’t go in detail to describe the slightly grisly process, but I can assure you that other than the anaesthetic injection (that feels like an ant-bite), the entire procedure, especially the main catheter, is totally painless.  Of course, there’s the disorientation of having a needle stick into your arm, but once you get over that part, you could literally sleep through the whole thing.

Kudos to one of my female classmates, whom was one of the only other two people who had the courage to make a donation. It was her first time, and she got a little jittery at first,  but went through the whole thing, though she got a bumpy haemotoma when the nurse accidentally opened a second hole in the vessel with the needle.

There are so many things that we can invent to save lives, but I guess blood is just about one of the elusive few things that we simply can’t manufacture in China.

Long live humanitarians.

[tags]Blood Donation, HSA[/tags]

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