It's so cold here this week, my fingers keep going to sleep... as they are now. It feels like ages since I was last here, talking to you, but in contrast, the week wasn't too bad at all, I had good company in work which helps so much!
I haven't quite got the eating right this week and I keep getting home, totally running on empty. That was my long winded excuse to tell you I didn't put on the running shoes on Monday night. Tuesday, I went to donate blood. I go every three months but I'm usually only able to donate every six months as the iron runs a little low, still, as long as I go, I don't feel guilty, even if I can't donate. I donated in February so I was perfectly poised to be told, "thanks for coming but you didn't quite make it this time," swiftly followed by my coffee and biscuit and then I would return to work with all of my blood exactly where it was when I arrived at the donor centre.
They begin with the pin prick test. Have you ever seen Mr Burns from "The Simpson's" get punctured in any way? He doesn't bleed, instead, he lets out a little poof of air from the puncture hole, followed by what looks like a little dust...no blood. I'm a bit like that. My finger gets pricked and nothing happens, this is where the nurse grips my finger with both hands and squeezes with all her might to force the tiniest amount of pale red ooze from my finger.
The next part is my favourite bit, (I really need to get out more.) I play a bit of a game with myself, the object of the game is to get my tiny droplet to sink to the bottom of the pale blue liquid before it's timed out. My past performance has me being timed out altogether, has my droplet floating on the surface like a ping pong ball on a pond, has my droplet sinking 1cm then floating back to the surface again or... if I'm really lucky, it gently and very slowly sinks to the bottom just before the timer goes off, which means that I win, I mean, I get to donate. You can't wait to see what happened can you?
Not sure what I've done differently in the past three months, but my tiny droplet virtually plummeted through the pale blue liquid, how proud was I? After a short wait, I climbed onto the bed to make my 33rd donation. I've given approximately 19.5 litres of blood so far and there is approximately 5-6 litres in the human body at any time, amazing huh?
You'll have to skip over the next bit if it makes you as queasy as it did me. I'm not scared of needles or phobic about them, but just don't mess with them while they're actually in me or you may have to pass me a bucket. The needle didn't "quite" go in where it was supposed to, so another nurse had to come over and fiddle, then the scales which both weigh and agitate the blood to stop it from clotting, didn't work or weren't switched on and so they had to do this manually... so much excitement in one day!
Anyway, by the time I got home, I felt a bit funny, (probably hadn't eaten enough,) and both arms, (why both?) felt like lead, so I didn't run again, but, in my defence, you're not supposed to work out after a donation of more than a thimble full anyway.
Tuesday night, I went to bed after yet another day of the UK being battered by really strong winds, and with the Icelandic ash cloud already reaching Scotland and causing chaos there. I can't have been the only one who went to bed thinking; cloud of ash + strong winds, surely it won't hang around for too long. By Wednesday morning, the ash cloud had blown over to Germany and was causing chaos there instead, and my friend in work was able to jet off on holiday after all.
So, I may have been rubbish on the running front this week but I'm still the plie queen, (50-100 each night,) and yes, I can see a difference, plus, I did a massive arm workout on Sunday night and my shoulders were stiff until Wednesday!
If I had to guess what month it was, it looks and feels like October! It's windy, grey, cold and rainy. See what you're missing?
You know how untidy I am, so you'll understand my shock at being possessed by the ghost of houses tidy. At any spare moment, I've picking up and putting away. What is going on? Place is looking good and I feel like I can breath.
B came over on Tuesday afternoon to trim the hedge at the top of the drive for me. She was like a fairy and had been and gone before I even got home bless her. Probably a good thing as I'm not the most sociable by the time I get home as I'm so tired.
You must have heard the news about Cheryl Cole being unceremoniously dropped by the US X Factor? There has got to be more to this story than has been leaked so far and I can't wait to hear all the gossip.
Leaving here soon to recycle, blitz kitchen, (why does it always need doing?) Iron, dust etc, I need to strike while this tidy-up thing is hot!
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