Sometimes if I'm feeling a bit spoiled, I think back to the "plasma days." Those would be the low times, several years back, when I would go to the local plasma center for an extra $25 for groceries. Eww. The last time I donated, I came home and found myself with my face plastered to the cold tile floor because 1) it helped me feel less nauseous and 2) I didn't have the strength to get up. I think Alan was a little freaked out. It was the last time I donated for a reason.
I also remember a time when I was sixteen and living with Mother and Dale in a 900 sq ft, very modest home. My room consisted of a twin bed and the washer and dryer. When the house belonged to my grandmother, that room was used as the pantry. There were occasional water bugs in there, and I recall a night when a HUGE one ran across my comforter! Oddly enough, we really weren't poor and I couldn't have been happier living there.
I'm not saying I know what it's like to live in poverty, but I've lived through tougher times. Haven't most of us? I know enough to appreciate that this will be the view from our hotel Friday night. :-)
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what is plasma?
It's part of the blood. I don't know what part specifically, but I do know it's not the red part we're used to seeing. I think it comes out as a clearish/yellowish substance.
Oh my goodness! That is so crazy that I never knew about that.
it's always nice to look back at what you have done and remember where you came from and it is totally ok to be spoiled now. sacrifices have been made for the joys of today.
I did not know you lived in that house, in that pantry! I remember that house for more than just waterbugs...more like flyswatters, soap operas and some funny cousins!
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