So I'm really happy right now, cuz spring break is finally here for me. I actually passed my Fundumentals 1 final, and i think I passed my math midterm, and my P.E. class didn't really have a midterm, so I'm quite thrilled, and so thankful for more than a week of FREEDOM!
School is one of the hardest things for me. I would rather be doing just about anything than be in school. But hey, God wanted me here this semester, so there must be a reason. Probably the biggest reason is for my character development.
But here's a picture of Sam and I from when he surprised us a couple weeks ago. He got to spend a short weekend with us, and I'm looking forward to his next visit. I'm just hoping that it wont be a surprise next time:)
So I have some fantastic news I've been meaning to share with the whole world, but I've kept forgetting. Here it is:
I can finally donate blood!!! Really truly! Since 2003 I have wanted to donate blood, but each time I've tried there's been a new reason for me not being able to.
First it was because I had been in certain countries in Europe less than 1o years before... Then it was because I had gotten malaria in Africa. I was told by the nurses there that in America, I would never be to give blood again... And I was crushed! So wrong. But anyway, while I was in Africa, I thought I'd come up with a fool-proof plan to give away some blood. See, at the hospital I was at, they are often looking for blood donors. Sometimes there are patients that need blood right away, and either their family and friends don't match their blood type, or simply don't want to share. So one day I had a chance to offer my services, certain that they would whisk me away to the lab to get tested. Pooh. Not a chance. They told me because I was a foreigner, and american, I couldn't give. They didn't want my blood on their hands in case I got sick or something dreadful happened. I promised that I wouldn't sue them. But it didn't work. Snap!
I really wanted to give blood. So for the past year and a half, every time southern has had a blood drive, I would try to cover my ears, and avoid walking by the big bus filled with willing donors.
But each time I heard and saw them, the pull to try one last time kept getting stronger. Finally, after fighting the urge for way too long, I talked my head into walking up to the registration table and casually ask about the possibilities of giving blood. I had to do it, at least to quiet myself for a few months. Of course, the ladies at the desk looked at me funny when I asked about someone who's had malaria being able to give blood or not, and they called their supervisor on the phone.
As the lady talked, deep down inside, i knew I would somehow be able to donate. I just had to!
I couldn't want to donate so bad without being able to.
So yeah, after dragging this story on forever, the end of the story is that I will be able to give blood after the third year anniversary of me being malaria free.
I was so happy to find out that my previous informants were WRONG.
I can give blood! I can't wait till this november!
Everyone, have a good rest of the week!