I gave blood yesterday--or at least tried to. I've never had trouble giving blood and I like to donate. I feel good because I know my blood is clean and healthy and can really be used. But yesterday--wow! I don't know if it was due to an inexperienced technician, or my failure to squeeze the little ball, or what it really felt like---that my blood was too thick and gooey from all the junk I've been eating to move through the tube. First off, my iron was a little low, but they spun it twice and I passed the second time. Then they put the needle in and my blood went for about three inches down the tube and stopped. They had to get a blood pressure cuff and twiddle around with the needle to get it really going. All was well until the very end when I just stopped. They could not get my blood to go anymore and eventually gave up. My blood bag was not quite full. Somehow I just can't shake the feeling that had I been eating better this would not be a problem.
I've decided that I really don't understand the negative consequences of eating poorly. I must research to find this out. Maybe it will help me desire less junk if I really understood what it was doing to my heart and liver etc.
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