'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
~ Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd
**This one was very therapeutic for me.
The Elegant Gathering
TODAY on DVD
ITS THE WATER
19 June 2004
I sat down in the chair at 9:17. At 9:24 she said "Youre just about finished." In between, I had had my blood pressure taken, my arm swabbed, a needle jabbed in a vein, and started filling a bag with blood.
I was amazed that the whole process took such a short period of time. 5 minutes tops, from start of bleeding to filling of bag. I told her I couldnt believe it.
"You must be well hydrated," she said.
Well, yes. I am well hydrated. On these 100 degree days (give or take a degree), I am drinking gallons of water. Its weeks like this which make our water delivery man very happy. They also make Walt happy, now that I am able to replace the 5 gallon water bottle myself again.
Yesterday I must have drunk more than two quarts of water and was on the way to another two quarts when I went up to the blood bank this morning.
"It makes the blood flow faster," she told me.
So heres my tip for the day, kiddies. If you plan to give blood, drink lots of water the day before and youll be in and out of there in a flash.
In fact, it took less time to give blood than it did to get into my car after giving blood. And no amount of hydration was going to solve that problem.
See, in this town they have solved the problem of limited parking spaces by making the slots for parking cars just exactly the width of a car. Plus about six inches.
When I arrived at the blood bank, there were no cars parked across from the door and I pulled right into a slot. I was within the lines for my car, but perhaps a bit closer to the line on the drivers side than on the passenger side.
By the time I had bled for my country, eaten my donut and had the obligatory two glasses of fluid (one orange juice, one coffee), all the other slots had filled up.
Trust me, Twiggy could not have gotten into the drivers side of my car. I had parked slightly closer to the left lane line than the right, and the driver to my left had parked slightly closer to the right lane line. There was no way that I was going to get behind the wheel of that car. (The white line indicates the entire width of the opening to get into the car)
There was, however, enough space on the passenger side of the car for me to get in. It would seem simple, if awkward, to get into the car on the passenger side, and then lift my leg over the console in the center of the car and slip into the drivers seat.
Ahhh, but that would be if you have a left leg that, you know, bends, and all.
The "bending problem" with my leg comes and goes and maybe it's all the walking I've been doing with Sheila lately, but this is a "bending problem" week.
This was as far as I could get it to bend. Obviously we had a problem.
I should also mention that while I had parked in meager shade, the sun was now beating down on the car and while the outside temperatures weren't all that bad, inside the car was heating up like an oven waiting for a casserole. Believe me, I could have used some of that hydration.
I don't know exactly how I managed to get the leg up and over the shift mechanism in the middle of the car (oh for those old cars which had shifts on the steering wheel and which would have allowed me to just slide across the seat and under the steering wheel!). It involved opening the passenger door, moving the seat back as far as possible, standing on the cement outside, crying, and looking like an idiot, but finally with one painful "boing" the leg went over the center.
Now I was straddling the center, spread-eagle, with one leg outside, one leg in the driver's seat and the passenger door opened. Somehow I managed to get the right leg inside and the door closed and, miraculously, the right leg also over the center so I could drive.
It's times like this that make me very angry I didn't keep those 75 lbs off, believe me!
But finally I was able to drive again. I had some packages to take to the post office, pulled into one of those skinny parking slots, and was very careful to line my right wheels up with the line, and not my left.
The post office had patrons lined up out into the lobby, only two clerks working, and someone had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning. (The phrase "going postal" did cross my mind.) Oh for a bottle of water.
Finally, after a few more stops, my errands were run and I came home, to park in the spacious parking slot in our drive way and to rush inside to begin the rehydration process again.