On WEDNESDAY, I sneezed so much I felt like I'd rather be knocked out by allergy medicine than go through another day like that. I took the allergy medicine at night, in case it made me drowsy. It was the 24-hour non-drowsy kind, so I hoped the drowsiness was mostly in the beginning.
On THURSDAY, I thought, "Why have I had a pot of coffee and can still barely keep my eyes open? I'm so tired. My brain is asleep. My mouth is just, like, hanging open." Ah. The non-drowsy allergy medicine. I didn't take any more that night.
TODAY, I am wondering how things are going to go. Already I have that irritated tingling sneezy rip-the-face-off feeling, but I also feel AWAKE. I don't feel I should have to trade one of these things for the other. Nevertheless, that reality continues to exist despite my objections.
If you are of a temperament that periodically has Low Times where you feel you have done nothing, that you do nothing, that you in no way change the world, that all you do is suck up more than your fair share of world resources, that you OUGHT to find a career in which you would Do Some Good but instead you are trapped at home and also skill-less and it's too much effort/expense to identify, choose, and obtain skills---then I have a suggestion, and it's donating blood. It is surprisingly comforting. You show up and other people do all the work, but if you do NOTHING ELSE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, not even after you are out from under the sticky little hands of your tiny oppressors, you will nevertheless have done good.
Plus, there's usually treats afterward, and people will thank you, and you will go home with pleasant inaccurate fantasies of your blood being IMMEDIATELY RUSHED by special messenger to the hospital where someone worthy is JUST ABOUT TO DIE but will be saved by YOUR PRECIOUS STILL-WARM BLOOD. And the children will look a little cuter, because they haven't been in front of your eyeballs for an hour or so.
The first time was a big hurdle for me, because I hate new things. I hate finding out where I'm supposed to go, making the appointment, and showing up not knowing how things go or which door I'm supposed to use. But after that, it's easy. If you want more pre-reassurance (plus a LENGTHY section on "No, I don't think you ought to be donating blood if you CAN'T or DON'T WANT TO"), see What It's Like to Donate Blood. I specifically made it non-squicky.
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