Very telling indeed when you start to pull together outfits for work and realize that for the past few weeks, your selections have been based not on the weather but on whether stuff still fits.
I donated blood yesterday, so I've got to lay low for the next two days (it was a rough one and I was told not to do any strenuous exercise for a full 48 hours). The nurse said I have terrific, iron-rich blood ("Oh, it's so dark. You must eat well.") and then I told her my weight ("Oh, that's a little high for your height. You must eat too much.") She smiled. I smiled. Then I exchanged the Cheez-Its for pretzels while waiting for the wooziness to pass.
14 comments:
been there. am there. woe is me.
It was all that salad we ate Tuesday! Good call on "the food exchange" but aren't cheez its considered a dairy??
Ok - that just sucks. Giving blood AND being told your weight is too high. That would just send me over the edge (not that I'm not over the edge already).
Overreact, overeat. Who cares!? Enjoy it Big Girl you've raised a family just fine. You deserve to get a little plump.
Ditto what Susan said. I'm just not tall enough is what I think.
I am a chronic overeater. I am trying to change that though. Nice call on the pretzels.
I think junk food is always allowable after giving blood..
Rest UP.
She actually said "you must eat too much"! Wow! I always look forward to the cookies after giving blood.
I hope that the vampires don't read this post or you will have the queue out of your house.
I would have poked that nurse with a needle - sheesh! The nerve! There you are giving the gift of life - that should be the focus!
beeyotch.
Can't believe the nurse actually said that. How tactless. See you this evening!
louise is so funny.
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