giving blood

So I went last night to give blood, and my iron count was the lowest possible acceptable number (38).  So I started taking iron last night.  Anyway the gal doing the needle poking stuck it half way thru my elbow - I swear!  It burned like fire, then I started to feel like I was going to lose my lunch.  That has never happened to me before when giving blood.  I felt pukey for a couple of hours, and draped myself dramatically around the house. 

Then I went to a piano lesson parents meeting but not STRAIGHT there, oh no.  I had written the address down wrong, couldn't program the gps properly, forgot my phone to call home for better instructions, and drove like a bat out of hell all over, ALL OVER the weird up and down parts of Lehi.  At one point a woman out in her front yard saw me looking frustrated and made a "can I help you?" expression.  So I drove back and asked her where that address was.  She said that one doesn't exist, but who are you looking for?  I told her, and she walked around her corner and pointed out the right house!  What a tender mercy!  I love living in Utah, let me tell you.

However I probably should not have taken the post meeting trip to Walmart, because the do it yourself register just absolutely freaked out.  Slowly, in a way that took an eternity.  Alternate time-line freak out.  The lady ended up telling me that I was probably charged for my purchases, but she couldn't produce a receipt, was that ok?  Well, since it's 10:15 pm - sure.

But the toughest thing has been watching my one of my offspring deal with the consequences of choices.  My heart just aches, and that makes my throat hurt too.