You know you’re out of it when you stare quizzically at a bra on your bed because you think it’s a can opener.

I also get the heebie jeebies now when I see the red dot on the inside of my forearm where the blood was drawn the other day. Lying on the cot after the collection bag filled up, all I could think about as they took the two or three vials of blood for testing, was how they took their time changing the vials/bag and my blood had nowhere to go in the meantime, and I could hear my godbrother tell me about his blood donation story and how the nurse must’ve, at this step, caused his blood to flow backward from the tube into his vein and how it hurt his arm. And then my arm started hurting at the needle site, too. *shudder shudder shudder* I almost went into shock at that point. They were pretty good about bringing wet towels for my forehead and neck.

Why’m I all disoriented? Probably because last nite, for the first time, I did forward rolls over my left shoulder, right shoulder, from standing position, and also with a running start. It’s so much easier than the beginner rolls I had been doing with the starting point on one knee with the rear leg outstretched behind me. The standing rolls feel more natural to me, and all I knew was that I raised my right arm, stepped in with my right foot, tucked, and the next thing I knew I was up on my feet again. Woohoo! Also, being able to do that roll advanced me from the anals of the class.