No officer, I just had my blood drawn.

I put the PRO in procrastination.

I had one whole month- that's four calendar weeks- to get my bloodwork done, as per my doctor's request. I waited until the last possible minute to go- not because I was too busy, or because I forgot, but because... well, I didn't want to! Want to see me pass out? Put me in the same room as a syringe, and then allude to the fact that you're going to poke me with it. Out. Cold. Needles(s) to say, it was on my priority list right under "clean out the pantry". Well, Chris and I did that yesterday, so I really had run out of excuses.

I'm really glad I've been watching so much Supernanny lately, because the only thing that motivated me to go into the lab was telling myself, "Nicole, if you go get your blood taken like a big girl, you can treat yourself to a manicure." I managed to drag myself to the blood lab, and even managed to make smalltalk with the nurse as she was wiping my arm with antiseptic. I didn't mention to her that I have a history of passing out, because the last time I opened my big mouth, the nurse forced me to lay down on a cot that was four feet long, in a room with a Winnie The Pooh mural painted on the wall. At 26 years old, if I have to get blood taken in the Kiddie Room, I should be ashamed of myself.

I made it through the procedure without fainting, although I did get a mean hot flash, ringing in my ears, and I felt a little dizzy. As the nurse bandaged a cotton ball over my puncture wound, she said I was good to go. Usually I have to sit down for a while until I can pull myself together, but today, I was confidant in my ability to walk to my car. Overly confidant.

As I stood up, the ringing in my ears got louder and my vision blurred. I could feel a cold sweat all over. I focused on the door at the end of the hallway, even though it wasn't staying in one spot. By the time I made it out of the building, darkness was closing my range of vision like a television being shut off. I started walking towards my car, but my knees were giving out and I couldn't walk in a straight line. The next few seconds are a little blurry, but the next thing I know, I'm in a planter. That's right, I was in a planter. I just sat there for a few minutes until I could muster the composure to make it the 30 feet to my car. I sat in my car with the air conditioner on full blast, whining to Chris about how I felt drunk.

That's when I realized: why did I make such a big deal out of getting my blood drawn? I got to feel a buzz for 10 minutes, I should have enjoyed it while it lasted! Hell, I should do this more often! Only next time, remind me to get a designated driver...