Our Next DEP CC event.

“Reminder DEP PT on Wednesday at 1600. DEP Call meet at the office at 0800. We are donating blood so eat breakfast. I won’t catch you if you pass out and fall, I will laugh at you.“  — Ssgt. Fears

LifeStream Blood Donation

Thanks to Bishop Davis (who's also the Vice Principal) for inviting me to North High School to give some blood to save lives. Since I love doing these types of things, I decided to go ahead and do it! And guess what? I met a very cute Asian "donation specialist". :)

Even though everyone at the high school is obviously still in their teens, it was weird to be in the crowd. However, Shota (the Japanese visitor that's staying with the Davis') and I were there so it wasn't as awkward because we're both in our 20's.

It was my turn to go and donate some blood but apparently, four of the specialist couldn't find my vein so they were wondering if I ate enough, drank enough or have enough sugar in my blood but of course, this isn't my first time donating blood so I already know what to do. But they still couldn't find my vein. :( but the good turn up about it was that the cute Asian, Andrew Taroreh (yes, I remembered his name), spent a lot of time on me. Touching my arm here and there, making small talk and making sure I wasn't hurt or feeling any discomfort. The bad thing about it is that I was constantly poked because no one could find my little veins that were hidden deep in my skin. Haha. Oh well. However, I don't know why they struggled so much when the people at MEPS did a much better job in finding my vein and drawing out blood. Hmm.

But thankfully, I did my part in saving someone's life.

Oh, and today seems to be the day where I'm constantly reminded of Blue Fox. And the big reason was because of the whole blood drive event... Because one of my plans was that we would donate blood together as a couple since we both like saving lives... I wanted us to go and donate our blood as a couple. Sigh.

A Good Samaritan,
Otter

Wounded Update.

(Update: It's 5:35am right now...)

I had to wake up to redress my wound and holy fuck, my thumb and wrist is swollen! Sigh. When I took off the bandage on my thumb, I tried to bend it but it's so swollen that, for some reason, pus projectile'd out of my thumb! I quietly squealed, everyone's still asleep so I didn't want to wake them up but I was grossed out! And the wound on my wrist seemed to have closed up but the area and my thumb is still swollen. Sigh. It's only the first day. I hope it gets better the more I wash, clean, and redress it. I CAN'T AFFORD GETTING INJURED RIGHT NOW. Because I don't have the money nor the insurance to get it checked at a hospital. T_T thus, why I'm attending to first aid viciously.

Injured,

Otter

PS: I still love dogs though.

Mormons and My Wound.

So just five minutes ago, Indigo (yes, Indigo) had some connections that lead two Mormon Elders to me. I thank him for helping me out and trying to send people to “help me”. Even though I’m not religious, just the gesture was nice.

But in the midst of all that, Quazi (Emily’s dog) was growling at Astro and attacking the kennel. So I tried moving Quazi but just before I could touch him, he attacked my wrist.

I didn’t know how bad it was until Elder Larson and Elder Opeda handed me the Book of Mormon and then I saw how bad my wrist was.

THERE WAS A FREAKING HOLE IN MY WRIST AND I CAN SEE THROUGH MY SKIN.

Fuck. And I have MEPS next Thursday.