1) Today I had to go have blood drawn as another step towards saving money on our insurance. The blood draw went fine and I didn't scream or faint, even though they used a needle the size of a boba straw. (That may be a slight exaggeration, but still...) The lady who did the work taped my arm, and per usual, told me to leave it on for about 10 minutes. Usually I wind up taking the tape off before the 10 minutes are up, if for no other reason than I don't like people looking at the bandage and wondering what sort of medical test I just had done. I've never had a problem with it before, so when I stopped for coffee on my way in to work and the tape began pulling loose, I didn't think anything of just taking the whole thing off and throwing it away. It had been close to 10 minutes by that time, I thought. However, today I must have been having a clotting issue, because while I was walking away from the garbage to pick up my drink, my arm started bleeding! Gross much? Ugh, I was embarrassed. No one wants to see your blood while they're enjoying their breakfast! Well, I wouldn't think so, anyways. I had to grab a napkin and hold it against my arm until it stopped. Now I have learned a valuable lesson: I'd rather have people looking at my bandage and wondering about my medical issues than looking at a bleeding appendage and wondering if I'm going to give them Hep C while they're eating.
Sorry, people at Starbucks! No Hepatitis here, I promise, just bad judgement!
2) I've realized something about myself in the past month or so, but I'm not sure if it's really an unusual thing or if everyone feels this way. Bear with me because it's a little hard to explain.
One of my Facebook friends sent me a message with a picture attached and said something like "Saw this and it made me think of you." This guy IS someone I consider a friend, although we haven't seen each other in person in a long time, but I immediately felt odd that he was telling me that he saw something that made him think of me. Now, it wasn't an odd, creepy-stalker-this-man-is-freaking-me-out feeling, it was more of a why-would-he-think-of-me? feeling. It wasn't the first time I've felt like that. I had to actually sit back and think of why hearing that made me feel so strange, and I finally came to the conclusion that it was because I genuinely never thought that anyone, with exception of my family, ever thought of me at all. Like, I cease to exist to people unless I somehow initiate contact between us. I'm also usually surprised when I get unsolicited contact from other people. That probably puts me on the Autism scale somewhere, but it's the truth! I hope you don't take that as me just being pitiful, but I've almost always felt like that. I think that's why I always have such a hard time inviting people to do things with me, calling, texting or even sending an e-mail, because I'm afraid that I'm bothering them by reintroducing myself into their everyday lives! I've even realized that's why I'm sometimes very surprised when I get gifts and cards, even on my birthday. I know, I know, it's weird. I've apparently convinced myself I'm a Silence (if you get that, you're cool).
Honestly, though, is that how other people feel?
3) I am wearing an orange and blue dress today, and have already gotten a comment about how they are Auburn colors. Sigh. I...I just like the colors together. It's not that hard!