Dominique is Making Friends with 30…

dominique disenchanted…

So, the THIRD attempt at a plasma donation didn’t go as planned either.  I took off from work 45 minutes early, drove down there, sat around there for over an hour PAST my appointment time, peed in a cup, got poked and prodded, and was disqualified when my pulse was too high.  Of course it was too high.  I was scared my purse was gonna get stolen or the many many crying children of the crackwhores in the lobby were gonna get loose and run into the parking lot.  It was a stressful and unsuccessful experience, but oh well.  I can’t decide if I should try again when I’m in a better frame of mind or if the universe is sending me a sign and I’m just a slow learner.  The cash is nothing to sneeze at, as John says, and would really be helpful.  But this place is so sad and depressing.  We’ll see how I feel on Saturday.

Now I’m going to watch some cheesy sitcoms, eat some chocolate, and start again tomorrow.  I will not let this extremely negative experience ruin my entire week.  Everything will be better tomorrow!