Hope you are not in the same 'well' as I am. My boss treated us for his first anniversary today. On my way back I saw this board on my company building lift 'Blood donation camp at Flowserve office 3rd floor' . Like a noble soul I entered the office and got my self declared fit to go ahead. I created a raucous as usual on seeing the size of the needle. Looked like a veterinary needle. I felt the blood drain out of my body and slowly started getting weak. After the show was over I was served some apple juice and bananas. Before I could figure out if it was banana or something else the world was spinning around me I fell flat on the floor. I don't remember what happened after that. When I woke up I saw myself lying on a vague bed on the floor amidst Flowserve employees glued to their desktops oblivious to the poor soul which ought to have been slogging in the 8TH floor inside the Irevna office. I saw some lady doctors asking if I was fine and I proudly replied that I was perfect. It was the sheer embarrassment and I so badly wanted to transform myself into a bee and fly to my floor. No sooner was I up on my feet than the blood refused to reach my brain and I was thrown into the unconscious mode again. My BP was 80/60 and my pulse wouldn't improve. I was so full after the chocolate truffle and paneer tikkas in the treat but the doctors refused to believe it. I was forced to gulp a couple of bananas and 'maa' apple juice. It was quite a day for the hapless Flowserve employees. Thank god I was in a salwar today. Else I would've had many more helper boys around. After yet another unconscious phase I woke up with a halo of enlightment light. This time I thought I would just leave the place without attracting attention. I walked towards the door and I tried hard to place my hands on the handle bar, but I felt so stoned. It was all there but i couldn't grab it. I again woke up , but this time there were no stares. Probably the employees were immune to my momentary hibernation modes. I had the lady doctors sitting around me trying to motivate my blood pressure to rise. And slowly my pulse improved and my BP rose. It was the best motivational speech ever. I could feel the blood gushing into my head. This time I was brewing with confidence and energy. I had to, for I was the first to lie on the bed and last to leave the venue. The camp beds and equipments were removed and the office was back to work. I had to flee from that floor and couldn't wait for the lift to come to the third floor.The donation certificate was the last thing I wanted. I climbed to the fourth floor and took the lift from there to the 8th floor. I felt so relieved. I was seeing my colleagues after ages. Nobody seemed to have even noticed my absence. Nevertheless, I was alive and strong.
After a long weekend, I decided to work sincerely. Man can only propose.
I am advised to eat properly and rest. Good night.
:P
Monday, 28 July 2008
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Happens to most gals during their first tryst with blood donation...hope it doesn't curb u from further donations!!
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