My Saturday

...was NOT the Saturday of my dreams.

THGGM and I had our second appointments to become blood plasma donors. Neither of us passed this time either. Last time we only lacked our doctor's approval, which he was more than willing to give.

I thought I was just nervous from how nasty the drive was to get there. And how I generally hate to leave my house.

Everything was going along just fine.

Until they took my blood pressure, pulse and temperature.

My pulse DOES tend to race whenever I do something new, like, well, anything at all actually so that did not surprise me.

My temperature was more of a shock.

We rescheduled our appointments for next Saturday, when we will try for the third time.

As we left, the roads were even worse. Cars were sliding around everywhere.

I tried all of my whining abilities to get THGGM to turn into my favorite thrift store, but, he said I was sick and should go right home. I don't think he cared all that much about my health, because, I still didn't even believe that I was sick.

So, home we went. He painted some more in the basement.

I laid down with the book, "Riding the Bus with My Sister".

Then, I slept. And slept. And slept some more.

For an unbelievably long time.

At 8:30 I decided to sleep in bed, since in addition to the racing heart and fever I ached everywhere.

After 11 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I woke feeling a little less achy.

Actually, I thought I was fine.

So, I ate just a little bit. A VERY little bit. Being diabetic, I cannot just NOT eat.

Let's just say I wasn't fine and leave it at that.

The Three Year Birthday Party for Jonge will still go on. Instead of making a Veggie Tales cake, we shall be buying a cake.

I'll be that lump under the quilt, not touching or breathing on anybody.