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Incoherent ramblings
It's really very weird to have people comment on something I've written here when I see them, mainly because I hadn't really realised that someone I pointed here, for some reason or other in a Yahoo conversation, would find reading this more interesting than revision. I mean revision's boring enough that nearly any destractions are welcome - but my random thoughts...???!!!!
Anyway, yesterday was good - I went to give blood - something I've been meaning to do for months, but haven't quite managed for logistical reasons, got very wet in one of these freak showers, and then made it to my friend's house, where she gave me dinner and I got to talk to her, her boyfriend and her other flatmate. That was nice - I haven't really had the chance to talk to her for ages. I even went to bed earlier than I normally do - 11.30ish and slept solidly on her very comfy sofa.
Having given blood yesterday, I am slighly concerned about my arm - They put a pressure dressing on it - at least I think that's the right term - they put a piece of gauze directly on the wound (tiny, tiny needle hole - not serious) and then a piece of rolled up bandage that they held in place with tape. That's all designed to stop a bruise forming - which is all well and good, because bruises aren't nice, much as I dislike having dressings at all, I guess it's better to have one and not have a bruise. Anyway, on top of that they put a piece of net - it was a tube of stretchy net like bandage, mainly because I was trying to avoid being given a plaster to hold a normal bandage - I don't object to needles, but I hate the pain of pulling a plaster off. I was good and left it all alone until this morning, when I woke up and realised that the part of my arm with the dressing on hurt and I could see a pink ring where the net had dug into my skin - so I took the net off and thought it'd all go away quite soon. But said pink ring is still there, and parts of it hurt when pushed - as if the net has caused a bruise or two. Oh well, guess I'll just have to cope with a plaster next time - and yes, there will be a next time - giving blood is a good thing to do (if you're eligible) - you can make sure you're not anaemic and you get given free refreshments afterwards. Incidentally, for those of you in central London, the place I went is the static donor centre just off Regeant Street, and I didn't have to spend ages waiting around - so try it out if you can - website http://www.blood.co.uk
Anyway, yesterday was good - I went to give blood - something I've been meaning to do for months, but haven't quite managed for logistical reasons, got very wet in one of these freak showers, and then made it to my friend's house, where she gave me dinner and I got to talk to her, her boyfriend and her other flatmate. That was nice - I haven't really had the chance to talk to her for ages. I even went to bed earlier than I normally do - 11.30ish and slept solidly on her very comfy sofa.
Having given blood yesterday, I am slighly concerned about my arm - They put a pressure dressing on it - at least I think that's the right term - they put a piece of gauze directly on the wound (tiny, tiny needle hole - not serious) and then a piece of rolled up bandage that they held in place with tape. That's all designed to stop a bruise forming - which is all well and good, because bruises aren't nice, much as I dislike having dressings at all, I guess it's better to have one and not have a bruise. Anyway, on top of that they put a piece of net - it was a tube of stretchy net like bandage, mainly because I was trying to avoid being given a plaster to hold a normal bandage - I don't object to needles, but I hate the pain of pulling a plaster off. I was good and left it all alone until this morning, when I woke up and realised that the part of my arm with the dressing on hurt and I could see a pink ring where the net had dug into my skin - so I took the net off and thought it'd all go away quite soon. But said pink ring is still there, and parts of it hurt when pushed - as if the net has caused a bruise or two. Oh well, guess I'll just have to cope with a plaster next time - and yes, there will be a next time - giving blood is a good thing to do (if you're eligible) - you can make sure you're not anaemic and you get given free refreshments afterwards. Incidentally, for those of you in central London, the place I went is the static donor centre just off Regeant Street, and I didn't have to spend ages waiting around - so try it out if you can - website http://www.blood.co.uk