I has a Bleeding.

I had a blood test today.  The blood hasn’t been tested yet but they have it… a lot of it. 

I hate needles to a horrible extent, but if you don’t watch them stick the syringe into your arm it doesn’t hurt very much.  My arm still feels as though it’s half dead for some reason, not too sure why.  The needle was in my right arm so that Ican still write with my left.  I need to make sure I mention to them that I’m left-handed every time I get a needle, or they use my left arm by default.

I was given a small spongy ball and told to squeeze it a few times.  The point of the exercise was obviously to strain the arm and make the veins expand so that the whole process would be a lot easier.  I didn’t realise this at the time and squished the ball half-heartedly a couple of times – the desired effect was not obtained.  The lady who was in charge of taking my blood put a strap around my arm and took out a creepy looking needle and put it near my arm and said in a kindly warning voice, “needle sting~”. 

I immediately averted my eyes to something that looked like a microwave but could have been an oven.  Either way the needle still hurt.  I wasn’t looking but I could definitely tell what was going on.  The vein, having not been big enough had shifted away from the intruding needle.  The lady, now moving the needle around inside of my arm trying to get to the vein, was saying gently, “Come on, little vein.. come one, little vein..”. 

After explaining to me why the first attempt had been a failure, I readied myself for another needle in a different vein.  Squeezing the ball a second time caused the hole already in my arm to start bleeding; as I had decided I wouldn’t be wanting any more than two holes in my arm made today and put in more effort.  This time with slightly less difficulty, the nurse managed to steal a small amount of blood required and I was allowed to leave.

It’s the second time for this to happen to me after a needle but as I was going to the car I noticed my ability to hear properly was dropping.  By the time I got to the car my hearing was almost completely gone and the outer ring of my sight was going black and I couldn’t only see through a small circle directly in front of me.  This time I knew what to do.  I flicked the back rest of my chair back so I could lie down and propped my feet up in the dashboard.  Meanwhile, my dad sitting in the driver-seat beside me was like, “…what are you doing?”  It only took around a minute for a full recovery.  Then I spent the next 3 hours feeling like throwing up for some reason.

The first time this happened, I had just gotten a needle of gadisil (or something..) and my father was talking to the doctor.  I was sitting there, slowly losing both hearing and vision but had no idea what was going on.  It wasn’t until my dad got up to leave and my vision hand gone completely black I decided to mention it to the doctor.  That time I was lying down for a good five minutes before I started recovering.  The doctor came back with a jellybaby candy for me, and since then when I go to get needles he jokes and asks if I need another jellybaby. hehe.

I’ve always hated needles but I never used to have any bad kind of reactions to them.  Like.. say, almost fainting.. or nausea.  Maybe somethings wrong with me.  Well the results of the blood test will tell me if there is.

Summer Can Only Get Colder

Life is busy.  I am busy.  Rather, I am very busy.

Also, I am back.  My last promise to myself to blog once a week resulted in no posts until now I’m sure.  I always have a good feeling about these things, but I have a good feeling that I’ll be keeping a close eye on my blog from now on.

Whenever I even think about everything I need to get done, it makes me tired.  By the end of the year I will be diagnosed with: “over-exhaustion due to thinking about working”.  Speaking of which, I will have to find myself a job.  Soon.  This is probably my last holiday for another year; although I can’t really consider it much of one.  Maybe next year’s Winter break might make a nice holiday.  I should do something for a change.. but then again, I’m not one who likes changes.

I’m not looking forward to going back to uni at all.  I’m dreading the thought of another team project.  The first team project? Lets not talk about that shall we? I don’t like speaking abusively, maybe later.  My courses for next semester don’t look all too happy either.  I plan to study ahead properly so I don’t get caught badly in exams. 

I was working pretty hard this semester… all semester.  By the time the exams came around I had exhausted my studying capacity – a lot which went towards wasted effort on team project – and I couldn’t get a decent amount of study done for any of my subjects.  I’m glad I put in extra effort during the semester because I’m sure I did terrible in all of my exams.  Not to mention the total failure my final product for team project was.

Nothing else important happened during the semester.  Else, I would have recalled it and written it here.  My year has been even more anti-social than any other year of my life I’ve lived.  Reason being that I gave up games.. and anime.. and drawing.. and blogging…  As soon as the Winter break hit, I was back to playing games and drawing and reading manga.  I’ve dropped anime though.  Playtime didn’t last too long, I’m all busy again.

Each year I look a little more forward towards my graduation.  I’ve long wanted to break free of the cycle of my life of study.  There is an extremely high chance though, that I will dive right into the cycle of a crappy career.  Cheers.

There was something more specific I want to write about, only I don’t remember what that is anymore.  Rather than my usual writers block, it’s more like I have memory loss.  That doesn’t matter.  It wasn’t an important topic.  Just something that grabbed my interest that I wanted to  write about.  If I don’t know what it is, then no harm done.  There is always later.

The weather is currently in the most coldest time possible.  Mid Winter gives me the chills.  Then, as it nears its end.. the weather becomes unbearably hot.  The difference is too much.  Whoever generated this system should have thought more about the discomfort such dramatic changes in temperature would cause for people.  Of course one can argue that our Autumn and Spring are supposed to soften that change over, but as things are as they are now, I say Autumn gets far too cold and Spring is far far too hot.

Spring.. My most hated of all seasons.  Its not as hot as Summer, but the sudden change in temperature is enough to make me… rant..  The point I am trying to make is that it is too cold. It is cold, and I am unhappy.  I haven’t been in the greatest health either lately.  The weather only makes me feel worse and I don’t need to catch a cold or flu right this moment.  Due to my crappy immune system, – or something of the like, I’m not too knowledgeable in the medical field, but ask me an electrical question, shoot me.  Chances are I wont know an answer anyways – colds which will last anyone I know a week;  will last me a good month and a bit.  But I’m sure I’ve mentioned this somewhere before already.  I’m just ranting now.

That about sums up what I missed blogging this past semester.  As can be seen, nothing I did was really that important.  Finally, how does anything I’ve written in this blog make sense or even relate to everything else written?  It doesn’t.

Epic Conclusion. Smilie-face Emoticon.