30 Minutes to Kill

So, the bus comes in 30 minutes and i decided I could waste my life away on facebook, check my already checked emails, or...write in my blog. Granted, I really have nothing profound to say, but hey, I have 30 minutes to kill.


This week has already been the extreme of long--extremely long. (Good one, huh? I thought so too.) 

I have had some pretty boring moments but then some worth talking about things happen to me. First and foremost, I will warn all of you who actually take the time to read my blog...to BEWARE OF THE BYU HEATH CENTER--Well, more of..BEWARE OF GETTING BLOOD DRAWN FROM THE BYU HEALTH CENTER. Did you read that with a cool voice of warning? If not, please go back and re-read it with enthusiasm and fright. Thank you.

Yeah, I had an appointment to visit with a Dr. Mine was really cute and old. Dr. B...something. He was very experienced and was old-school and sweet. I love old people, most of the time. But, yes, he wanted to draw some blood to do some tests on me. Crazy, right? So, he showed me to where the needles lied and I took a seat on this ginarmous lazy-boy styled turquoise squishy chair. A fairly young looking girl came up to me and all I can remember is that amongst her vocabulary were the words, "cool", "chill", "sweet"...and possibly a "dude" in there, but I think I'm making that one up. : )

So, I tell her I used to like shots. Until I had my apendectimy I loved shots. Having an IV in your arm for a few days and them putting it in uncomfortable in the first place can do that to you. But, I wondered if I would enjoy this shot like back in yester-year. I voiced how I used to love shots when she looked at my veins and said that they are "beautiful"...that was a first. I've heard my Densit remark on my  nice teeth, perhaps the hair dresser compliment my hair, but someone to say my veins were beautiful was a definite first. I felt sort of creeped out...but, hey, I like shots, right?

I should have know, though, that my beautiful vein would be in danger, and the fact that she called in beautiful should have been my  heads up to the lack of capabilities I would find that day.

POKE. Nope, it didn't hurt @ all and I watched the blood come out of my arm. She had to fill 4 tubes of my Diana-blood. So, watching as she tried changing the tubes without taking out the needle was sort of fun, until I realized she had no skill whatsoever in how to draw blood. The needle seemed to slowly shift out.

"You have a valve right there, so that's why it's shaking", she told me.

"It's shaking? Okay." That's what I said...not really sure what she was trying to tell me.

BUBBLE. A bubble of blood came out of where the needle injecting my vein. I guess she was not paying attention, but I was.

"Um, there is blood," I mentioned very apathetically.

"OH." And she covered my blood with a piece of gauze, not trying to fix what I thought was the needle point that had shifted.

When she covered my blood it was as though she was hiding her error. Within 7 seconds a gush of streaming blood came out of my vein where the needle still lied, dripped off my arm and left a four inch diameter blood stain on my favorite jeans. I was definitly  unhappy. I probably did not say much. When people are stupid i hold my tongue, and in this case, I really was not sure how to react, except with, "Um, there is blood on me."

She called the lady, probably the one with actual experience, to come help. This lady was concerned about me, and I gave her props in my mind as a patient for caring about me.

She asked, "Are you okay?" refering to the massive blood that was all over me.

"Yeah. You guys are just lucky I don't mind shots and don't mind blood." What. It's true. And it's how i felt.

So, they tried cleaning me up. It was a very unsuccesful attempt but what else could they do. The needle was finally removed.

She did not finish filling the tubes so it was my other arm's turn to get poked. Yup, in my beautiful vein in my other arm. I did not really mind. Poke my other arm instead of the abused on already violated.

Stick. Needle in. Little blood came out. The same girl. She did not know what she was doing.

"Looks like I'm dead," I said, since no blood was coming out of the needle nor my vein. The lady who was called over before came back, and told the chill sweet cool dude girl who was drawing my blood that we had enough from the first poke. I got to leave...very bloody.

Thanks BYU Heath Center blood drawers. My favorite pants are ruined.

THRICE

Three times, is indeed, the charm.

Today has been quite the interesting day. I had another amazing experience I could not ignore. This happened three times today. THRICE, since 7:17 a.m. It's 4:38 p.m. and I feel like the Lord is very nearby wanting to answer my prayers. I know I shouldn't say this, but, I haven't felt the undeniable answers to my prayers in quite a while...and this felt so good. I know He is there.

These things are not vital to my existence, but I like them, mucho. What are they?

1. my house keys
2. one of my favorite pairs of earings
3. packing tape

I woke up this morning with 8 minutes to get ready and to be @ the bus stop. As I tried to find a way to delay the inevitable of actually getting out of bed, I came to the conclusion that it was inescapable. The bus came once every hour and i had to get out of bed if i wanted to make it to work on time to receive money (so I can, oh, you know: pay my bills, move out, have food to survive, go to Peru this summer, you know, the important things in life).
I was ready to go out the door when I realized I couldn't find my keys. AHHH! I needed those to come home! I searched and searched amongst the books on my floor, the clothes in the basket...that is when I wished i had organized my room a bit more the night before crashing. Standing there and looking it occurred to me. I spoke out loud, "Oh, Heavenly Father, please help me find my house keys". Not too long after, I found them! They were in a bag I thought I would be using to take to work... I changed my mind in the rush. I grabbed my now very precious-to-me keys, ran down the stairs, and locked the door behind me.

Walk to the bus? No---I had to run. I started to when I saw something fly in front of me, and it disappeared. I knew it, and dangit gina...it was one of my earrings. Where it went, i had NO IDEA and had no time to find it if I wanted to make it work on time. I considered just leaving it behind so I could make the bus, but I couldn't. I cared about them...one of my favorites. What use would be one earring? It's like kool-aid without water--pointless.
I began searching where I suspected it may have landed. Everything looked white, like my earing, or neutral, like the sidewalk and tan dying grass. Once again, I felt the impression to ask for help. So, in my mind, i said a prayer: "Heavenly Father, please help me find my earring".I decided to walk forward. Laying upside-down I saw it and picked it up with glee. There was no time to find the back of it, which i thought i hadn't latched on tight and is why it flew out of my ear. Apparently, I had put two backs on the same earring in my hurry to scamper out the door.I smiled and began to walk towards the bus stop as I fastened my earring in it's original place--realizing that I most likely wouldn't make it on time. And, i didn't. But, I wasn't alone in that matter. A fellow bus-rider missed it too and we got our ride from my very gracious friend Johanna.

This is why I am writing this blog--or what happened ten minutes ago. I decided @ work today that my room is too messy, and no matter how hard i try to clean it and put things in place, it always ends up messy...again. I couldn't risk another morning like the one I had today.So, I decided to buy some packing tape on my way home, of which I did. I've been here in my room trying to make a box of things to donate. I started moving onto my next box of things I can pack now for when I move in April...but I couldn't find the packing tape for the LIFE of me. I needed it to actually tape the box together so that when I pick it up everything doesn't fall out onto the floor. I looked everywhere within the four walls of my room. I even checked the bathroom. How it would make it there, i do not know, but, sometimes i do things without thinking. So, after doing all I could... I felt the impression once more, and I said it, out loud, since I am alone in my room, "Heavenly Father, please help me find my packing tape." In less than a matter of seconds...He helped me find it.

The Lord answers prayers. Today, faster than most days. I love Him. Just pray, no matter how ridiculous it may seem @ times, whether it be for a lost earring...packing tape...or your house keys...He knows where it is, and will send you in the right direction if you stop and ask. :)