Good Blood

So I went to the Red Cross donation center in Fullerton to give blood.  They call me every 2 months to get in there and I haven't been in for a while because I was busy with my finals the last time they tried to get me to come in.  This time when I got there, they asked if I could donate plasma and platelets instead.  I said I would (you get to watch a movie on your own personal tv while you donate) and they checked me in an got me going.  I got about halfway through Superman Returns when they told me I was almost done and asked if I was feeling okay.  My lips were kind of tingly and my fingers were cold, so they gave me TUMS to replenish my blood calcium levels.  When I was finished, the nurse was looking at a sample of my plasma/platelets in a plastic pouch.  She asked me if I take vitamins every day. I don't. She asked if I'm a runner. I'm not (I always walk fast, but I don't run often). She asked if I exercise a lot.  I don't really.  She said she was asking because my plasma was really healthy.  It just looked like yellowish liquid to me, but it made me happy inside to know that I have healthy blood. YAY! :-)

Sundays off!!!

I know it's been forever since I posted, but I haven't heard too many complaints, so I don't think anyone cares too much. :)

I've been working a lot to try to save up money for school.  I took a position that required me to work on Sunday.  I wish I hadn't done it, but I did and it was really dragging me down.  It seemed like the only thing I could do. I needed the money and I needed to take what was offered.  A few weeks ago I told them I didn't want to work on Sundays anymore and I got my wish. They found another guy to take over my Sunday shifts, so i finally got to do the normal Sunday things.  I actually did some home teaching.  I think it's been at least a year since I've done it.  I know, I know . . . and I am ashamed of myself.  So anyway, it was a good experience.  The guy we visited was in more need of it than I was.  Oscar had served a mission years ago and then fallen away from the church.  As soon as he invited us in and to sit down, he began to spill out his story to tell us about his problems.  When he finally finished, I suggested he talk to Bishop Christensen.  He said he wouldn't know what to say to him, so I asked him if we could pass on his number and he said we could.  It feels good to know that I've played even a small part helping out a brother.  Home teaching really is a blessing (and so is having Sundays off).