Actually, I guess it was sugar, then blood. Oh well, no matter.
Friday night I lost my Krispy Kreme virginity. After standing in line for an hour I enjoyed my first “hot now” fresh off the line doughnut. Meh. It did melt in my mouth, but not in a particularly good way. It was less melting as disintegrating into a mass of pure sugar. For someone who relishes in rich, sweet treats, even I found this a bit too much to take.
Needless to say, I did not buy a box to take home and torture myself with. Nobody needs a dozen 500 calorie snacks lying around seducing them when trying to be healthy.
Yesterday I went down and donated blood again. Finally. It’s only been about 18 months, heh. I guess this means the Canadian Blood Services people can stop harassing me for another 54 days.
It should be easier to get out and donate now, though. The Dunsmuir clinic is about 2 minutes away from my new office – instead of trekking down to the Oak Street one. I forgot how woozy it makes me though. I seem to take a really long time to recover from the blood loss – a good 45 minutes before I felt well enough to go home (a 45 minute trip) and it still took another couple hours and some nutrition intense snacks before I felt 100%.
I should probably have my poor ticker checked out one of these days. Doctors keep asking me if I’ve been diagnosed with a heart murmer every time they listen to it (no, but perhaps I should be?), and it takes a long time to recover from cardio activity too.
And today, I get to go to work. Yee Haw. At least It’s some overtime.