*bEyoNd scRiBbLe*

I skipped classes today. Have not been feeling well since yesterday, after donating some 470ml of my A + blood. My hands are still hurting right now. Though it has almost been 24 hours. Probably they pierced the needle at a different angle than before or something. Oh well.. it hurts!

At first, the nurse was hesitant to let me donate since my Haemoglobin (or Hb for short) level were not in the acceptable range. It is supposed to be in between 120-165g/L, and my Hb level was at 118g/L. After forcing blood to ooze out from my finger the second time, she then decided to pierce the needle on my right arm since i decided to donate blood using my left arm. She took about 10ml of blood from my right arm for just about a drop to be used on the machine that tests Hb level. And finally, there it was recording, the new Hb level of 121g/L. So I was finally qualified to donate.

And accompanied with an iron and Haemoglobin booklet I was asked to read, I lay there about 8 minutes and delivered the 470ml blood with an average blood rate of 55ml/sec.

Then, I decided to walk to uni; return a library book, submit my assignment and my practical experience form. After walking for about 10 minutes, going up and down the stairs (if i can recall correctly), I felt the world was spinning slowly. Blood was definitely not coming to my head. I can feel my head jerked a little to the right. And to relieve the pain a bit, I decided to take small steps and get to the nearest chair I can find.

But to my disappointment, the nearest common area in the engineering building was about another 100m walk, down the stairs, and through another four doors. I was pretty sure some kids were looking puzzled at me. A friend whom I accidentally bumped into, came and sit with me said that I was looking rather pale. At that moment, I can swear I was sweating like hell. Though it was only about 12 degrees. After completing all the tasks I set out to do, I decided to go faint at home (haha.. as if).

And here I am, the next day, with a needle mark on both arm, and a prick on one finger, writing, safe and sound on my small bedroom.
(Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Allah.. for bringing me back home, safely..)