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?"
"No."
"You should always eat before giving blood. It's important to have food."
F O O D
Why didn't I listen to my dream?
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