I hear that when you turn 17 you get to watch rated R movies without getting in trouble at the theater. I don't watch rated R movies, so what is 17 good for?
17 is going to be a year of success, adventure, and hard work, and I am so ready.
Today was the most exciting day. I started out with French Toast for breakfast, and when you have French Toast for breakfast, you know it's going to be a good day. At school my friend Jill surprised me with balloons and a camera strap!! It's so beautiful and lovely. I'm eternally grateful to her.
My Algebra 2 teacher told me a story about how he almost witnessed a murder and how 18 is a troubling age, so it's a good thing I'm only 17, right?
In third period I was surprised by my friend Jackson, and I now have a date to homecoming! Yay! I'm so excited, but not to find and buy a dress, yikes.
For lunch, my two best friends took me out and enjoyed each others company and it was truly wonderful!
I skipped fourth and went in for a day date with my dad. It was loads of fun and I really enjoyed spending time with him.
16 is gone and 17 is here. It was the greatest way to start off a new year of life and hopefully it will be one for the books.
Saturdays are now my days off, due to summer ending and school unfortunately starting. I wanted to spend my Saturday first, with my family and then with some friends. My church was holding a blood drive and my parents and I were participating in it. Since I am 16 years old, I am able to donate blood. I've done it once before, last year and it was easy breezy and pretty fun. My parents went in the morning at about 11:45 and I was scheduled in the afternoon. My mom successfully gave blood and didn't even pass out at the sight of it, GO MOM. My dad was planning on giving blood until he and the nurses realized that he had gone to Panama just a few weeks ago. My dad pulled a Panama, (a reference to a favorite family movie). Once they had both finished we went back home so that I could get my license, because apparently it's a policy, to have ID, that I clearly do not remember.
My parents didn't come with me when I gave blood which was completely OK because I had given it before without any parents. I get really excited to give blood. I think it's really fun and a really good experience. After filling out all of my paperwork, I was ready to donate my blood. My least favorite part about donating blood is when they prick your finger. It hurts!! It honestly hurts more than getting the needle put in your arm. After I was done at the dreaded finger pricking station I was set to lay down on that bed, hold my arm out, and let my blood stream.
I had a really nice nurse taking my blood. He was really funny and confident about successfully taking blood. The conversation between him and I started out strong and I was feeling really confident to donate. We talked about what I want to be when I grow up which is to work in the medical field somewhere. Then he suggested dental, but we came to the conclusion that I'd rather not judge people from the way their mouths look and would much rather not be lied to because they never floss. We also concluded that flossing is really good and we should do it more often. Besides the point...
Transition into the needle in the arm.
He said my veins were really good because I drank so much water and ate a good breakfast so woo go me. Then he marked my vein and stuck the needle in. Holy heck it stung really bad! And then it continued to hurt for a little bit and then went away. I asked him if it was streaming good and he said yes so I imagined that it would only take a few minutes. The small pain came and went from the needle in my arm, but it was no big deal. Pretty soon one of our Sister Missionaries was talking to me and I was feeling a little queezy and light headed. A nurse asked me if I was okay, which I definitely was not, and I replied with "I'm a little light headed". A few nurses came over and I was most definitely not feeling good now. I told them to take the needle out quick because in just a few seconds, I was over the edge blowing some major chunks, into a trash can of course. I didn't actually throw up that bad, it was subtle and not that fun. A nurse was holding pressure on my arm with gauze from where the needle was and lost her grip. Blood squirted everywhere! and I threw up again. After I regained the color in my face and I wasn't on the verge of passing out. I had to go through 30 or so minutes of recovery and checking my vitals.
I ended up laughing about the whole situation because something like this would happen to me. My dad even warned me. He said "can they even get any blood out of you Holley? Is there enough in you?!" I guess that was a sign that I probably shouldn't have given blood. The nurse was really surprised I didn't pass out for my weight. At 120 lbs. it's really common for someone with my weight to pass out, but I held in there and threw up instead. I hope I was able to donate the full amount because then I only saved minimum lives. I definitely trusted my male nurse though, and I think he let me down. I also think I was a little over eager to donate my blood.
For the rest of the day I was dizzy and walking was difficult and I slurred my words from time to time. It was a pretty cool experience though and in the end it was fun. I would have to say that I am a little embarrassed, but it doesn't matter I survived my second blood donation and I'm still going strong!
Weak, embarrassed, and cracking up.
Ps I got a really pretty color for my arm wrap so I am content.
Holley has been living the dream since 1997. She is a lover of 80s music and rain and kombucha and goats. She's passionate about photography and sharing her life.
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