Wednesday, August 22, 2012

On 8-20-12, I dreamed about the word FOOD.  I saw the word in big black letters.  It kept flashing at me all night.

On 8-22-12, I gave blood for the first time.  My body became heavy and my head felt like bricks.  They came and wheeled me behind a screen, tilted the wheelchair completely back til my head was on the floor.  Applied cold wet cloths to my forehead and neck.  Gave me ice to crunch.

Finally I returned to the surface.

"Why did I have that reaction?"

"Did you have breakfast this morning?"


"You should always eat before giving blood.  It's important to have food."


Why didn't I listen to my dream?

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