I've been thinking about the fainting incident from last summer. At the time I attributed it to simple pain, but in retrospect I've had accidents that hurt far worse which didn't cause me to ragdoll onto the floor*. At the time, I was selling blood plasma in order to pay for groceries, and was having an increasing amount of trouble keeping my heart rate low enough to measure within the agency's "healthy" range. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
reflectedimages joked that I was actually being paid to undergo fear conditioning, and I think he's right. (The process is set up for maximum efficiency and ended up feeling pretty degrading, on top of the whole biological fluid ickiness. The management could've at least tried to reduce the sci-fi dystopia air of the 'donation' room.) I may indeed have acquired a phobia of blood during that time period. Should probably do something about it, when I'm next in a stable situation with decent health insurance.
* The 'winning' accident is the time in high school when I forgot my housekeys and tried to get into the back yard instead. A foothold that had been stable before gave out underneath me, and I fell onto the (wooden) gate, and then onto the ground.. on the outside of the yard. My memory of the next few minutes is blank, but I somehow got around the side of the house and found myself upright in a patio chair.
reflectedimages joked that I was actually being paid to undergo fear conditioning, and I think he's right. (The process is set up for maximum efficiency and ended up feeling pretty degrading, on top of the whole biological fluid ickiness. The management could've at least tried to reduce the sci-fi dystopia air of the 'donation' room.) I may indeed have acquired a phobia of blood during that time period. Should probably do something about it, when I'm next in a stable situation with decent health insurance.* The 'winning' accident is the time in high school when I forgot my housekeys and tried to get into the back yard instead. A foothold that had been stable before gave out underneath me, and I fell onto the (wooden) gate, and then onto the ground.. on the outside of the yard. My memory of the next few minutes is blank, but I somehow got around the side of the house and found myself upright in a patio chair.
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