
I have been very frank about how much I enjoy donating plasma. It has been a time to relax, and I look forward to dropping Jake off in the play area and getting some much-needed quiet time. This being said, I don't know quite what is happening to me.
My iron count has been low in the past, and therefore it requires me to take iron supplements, and still sometimes it's too low to donate. I always get a little bit nervous before they take my blood because I'm just hoping that my iron count is high enough. Well, a couple of days ago my nerves got the best of me and my heart rate was a little high. I actually didn't even know that they checked your heart rate, but they do that while they're checking the blood pressure. So all of the sudden now that I was aware that they checked the heart rate and that mine was high and it freaked me out. They told me to go sit down and relax and they would recheck it in 5 minutes, but instead of relaxing I was just freaking myself out. Of course, my heart rate had risen. So now that I was aware of what was going on, I started really psyching myself out. The next day I tried to donate and it was 139!! Off the charts high! I got it down to 118, but it was still too high to donate. Now I was really freaked out. The next day I went in and tried my hardest to relax, but it had the opposite effect. Now my heart rate was 147!!!!! AUGH!!!! That is dangerously high...as in, I'm stressing myself out to the max about this. My heart rates in the past had always been in the 70's.
I have to go see a doctor now before they'll let me donate again. I went to see the nurse and was in tears because I was trying so hard not to stress myself out and in turn stressed myself out to where I can't even donate anymore!! So now what? I totally have a mental block. I guess I just need some anti-anxiety pills or I will stress myself to death here.
The only nice thing that happened while I was in the nurse's office was that she commented on how pretty my new ring was. It made me smile. :)