Monday, March 9, 2009

March 9, 2009 a little blood letting After skipping an appointment with OBI, ignoring their nice courteous calls asking me to donate, and finally feeling a little guilty for doing so, I went in today to give blood.I used to give RBCP (red blood cells and platelets.) OBI in Tulsa last year quit doing that. Not sure why. That treatment took around 45 minutes total, and did not wipe me out for the next several days when running. Now, I can give whole blood, a quick process, but I feel drained. I can also give 2RBC (double red blood cells) which also zaps me out. The third process is just giving platelets, but that takes 2 hours, and I never have that much time. You can give platelets every 7 days, and I bet once I did that, they would bug me to come back more often. 2RBC means I am a free man for 112 days.Today's visit took 90 minutes, a little slow, but hey, it's for a good cause. I am B+, and you'd think I was the next to the last donor with B+ walking the Earth the way they seem to roll out the "red" carpet. This tech was not so truthful...just a little bee sting. MUTHA!!!! That HURT!! They tested my iron, and it was 41....that's good, right?An unexpected wait, but I did a little nutritional work courtesy of Dr. Otis Spunkmeyer. I am a big sissy when it comes to needles. I can eat some of the grossest things, and would win on nearly every Fear Factor episode (except when I had to eat spiders), but when they bring out the needle, I have to really get focused so I don't very quickly and quietly escape from the premises. Honestly, it rarely hurts near as bad as I am afraid it will. The give you soda, chips, and cookies to con me into being a big boy. If they would just give me a beer, I think I could get through it with no problems.Actually, the hair removal involved when they RIP the tape off is more painful than the needle.YOWWW!!!!! That is the WORST! That 40 Year Old Virgin guy who had parts of his chest waxed during the filming of that movie has to be the toughest guy in the world. I bet Jack Bauer could not even crack him. _____________________________________________________________________________________ This is what they want. Nice dark red blood, and some icky yellowish stuff. They do in fact refill me with a saline solution. I read the ingredients of it, and it seems just like Heed, the sports drink. Glad is was administered intravenously. So, how did it affect running? I ran 4.4 miles tonight, AFTER my Monday night buddies finished theirs. I tried to hit it hard, and my best effort was easily 2 minutes lower per mile than it should have been for the effort expended. 10:41 minute miles for the first 2.2 miles into the wind, and 9:06 coming back. This pic was taken at the Morgue. Posted by T Z at 10:29 PM 11 comments: Links to this post



a little blood letting

After skipping an appointment with OBI, ignoring their nice courteous calls asking me to donate, and finally feeling a little guilty for doing so, I went in today to give blood.I used to give RBCP (red blood cells and platelets.) OBI in Tulsa last year quit doing that. Not sure why. That treatment took around 45 minutes total, and did not wipe me out for the next several days when running. Now, I can give whole blood, a quick process, but I feel drained. I can also give 2RBC (double red blood cells) which also zaps me out. The third process is just giving platelets, but that takes 2 hours, and I never have that much time. You can give platelets every 7 days, and I bet once I did that, they would bug me to come back more often. 2RBC means I am a free man for 112 days.Today's visit took 90 minutes, a little slow, but hey, it's for a good cause. I am B+, and you'd think I was the next to the last donor with B+ walking the Earth the way they seem to roll out the "red" carpet. This tech was not so truthful...just a little bee sting. MUTHA!!!! That HURT!! They tested my iron, and it was 41....that's good, right?An unexpected wait, but I did a little nutritional work courtesy of Dr. Otis Spunkmeyer.

I am a big sissy when it comes to needles. I can eat some of the grossest things, and would win on nearly every Fear Factor episode (except when I had to eat spiders), but when they bring out the needle, I have to really get focused so I don't very quickly and quietly escape from the premises. Honestly, it rarely hurts near as bad as I am afraid it will. The give you soda, chips, and cookies to con me into being a big boy. If they would just give me a beer, I think I could get through it with no problems.Actually, the hair removal involved when they RIP the tape off is more painful than the needle.YOWWW!!!!! That is the WORST! That 40 Year Old Virgin guy who had parts of his chest waxed during the filming of that movie has to be the toughest guy in the world. I bet Jack Bauer could not even crack him.
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This is what they want. Nice dark red blood, and some icky yellowish stuff. They do in fact refill me with a saline solution. I read the ingredients of it, and it seems just like Heed, the sports drink. Glad is was administered intravenously.

So, how did it affect running? I ran 4.4 miles tonight, AFTER my Monday night buddies finished theirs. I tried to hit it hard, and my best effort was easily 2 minutes lower per mile than it should have been for the effort expended. 10:41 minute miles for the first 2.2 miles into the wind, and 9:06 coming back. This pic was taken at the Morgue.

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