The day started off positive.
Had he daynoff. Woke up, took the girls to school, and headed to the gym to spend some time on the treadmill. Knocked out a 5k and headed home with Noah to shower and get ready for the rest of the day.
Here is where things started to go off the rails.
After a hearing a talk at Friday night services about the importance of blood donation, I decided to take United Blood Services up on their offer to donate platelets (my blood type is AB+ which makes me a universal donor). So I made the appointment and headed down there, and ate a turkey sandwich in the car. I was told that donating platelets takes longer than whole blood (2 hours), and part of me thought *I might* be rejected for low iron (it's happened in the past). What I did not expect was that I'd be there for three hours and that when it was over I would feel as lethargic as I did. Sure, I drank water, munched on popcorn and corn nuts. I even took Noah to Starbucks afterwards and opted for the skinny vanilla latte, hoping that would give me a little jolt of energy. Instead, I drank 1/3 and threw it away because it tasted bitter.
After the blood bank Noah and I ran a bunch of errands, picked up the girls and headed home. Where dinner was in the crock pot ready to go. And in typical fashion, I didn't enjoy the dinner I made (though everyone else did). By this point, I was still tired and had a pounding headache. I wanted a MEAL. And preferably one I didn't have to cook. After desperately looking for something exciting to magically appear in the refrigerator, Dan offered to pick up a sandwich at Pita Jungle. And Pita Jungle posts their nutritional information online so I could still try and track my points (after my 10-day feeding frenzy it's the least I can do). I also had him bring me a soda, thinking that the caffeine would perk me a up. As luck would have it, the soda syrup needed to be replaced and my drink tasted awful. Which I interpretted as a I sign that I shouldn't be drinking it in the first place.
What's the moral of this long, and probably boring story?
1. Have a food plan for the day. A good, reasonable plan. If you don't, you'll regret it later.
2. Don't rely on shitty snacks at the blood bank for sustenance. Because corn nuts are the SPAM of the snack world.
Oh, and as I was leaving the blood bank the lovely attendant asked if I would like to schedule an appointment to come back in eight weeks. Um...happy as though I was to help, that's going to be a NO. I'll stick to regular blood donations.
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