Oh, I was feeling woozy alright, but with half of my blood gone, I was not really thinking coherently
. Kind of like being extremely drunk, but telling everyone you are fine, good to go. Fortunately, my dad was thinking a lot clearer and knew that involuntarily curling up in the fetal position of death every few minutes wasn't normal and made the decision to stop
What was really interesting was about this time 4 years ago, I was awake and coherent enough to kind of know what was going on...and I knew
something was NOT right Think hippity-hop!
Turns out all of that blood in my torso had to go
somewhere, and the boys were the lowest point it could drain too...
And the nurse wanted me to get up and walk. That was an interesting sight I'm sure.