Bad Decisions
Oct. 4th, 2016 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soc_puppet[Content warning: Blood mention (in the context of donation)]
So I went out to donate blood yesterday afternoon, and finally made the iron cutoff! Hooray! The center switched machines recently, and the new ones aren't as fast as the old ones, which was a bit irritating, but I got the job done and made it home a pint lighter.
Almost as soon as I get settled in, this conversation occurs:
Dad: So, Socchan, what's tomorrow look like for you?
Me: *already suspicious* It's pretty wide open.
Dad: Think you can help me move a heavy couch into the house? :D?
Me: *...facepalm* Can it wait until the afternoon? I don't remember if it's twelve hours or twenty-four hours after donating that I'm supposed to wait to lift heavy things, but I'd rather play it safe.
Me: *thinking* I'd rather play it really safe and not do any heavy lifting at all for at least three days, but that's not gonna happen.
Dad: Sure, whenever you're ready!
So this afternoon I went out and helped Dad move the old couch out, and the new, much heavier (as advertised) couch in. It was a huge chore that took well over an hour and included a break for me to go to the store to get Poweraide. I don't normally go for sports drinks, but after drinking probably a quart of water and still feeling sluggish, it was very well justified. Worked wonders.
I still told Dad that he's getting someone else to move the couch the next time he wants to make a switch.
So I went out to donate blood yesterday afternoon, and finally made the iron cutoff! Hooray! The center switched machines recently, and the new ones aren't as fast as the old ones, which was a bit irritating, but I got the job done and made it home a pint lighter.
Almost as soon as I get settled in, this conversation occurs:
Dad: So, Socchan, what's tomorrow look like for you?
Me: *already suspicious* It's pretty wide open.
Dad: Think you can help me move a heavy couch into the house? :D?
Me: *...facepalm* Can it wait until the afternoon? I don't remember if it's twelve hours or twenty-four hours after donating that I'm supposed to wait to lift heavy things, but I'd rather play it safe.
Me: *thinking* I'd rather play it really safe and not do any heavy lifting at all for at least three days, but that's not gonna happen.
Dad: Sure, whenever you're ready!
So this afternoon I went out and helped Dad move the old couch out, and the new, much heavier (as advertised) couch in. It was a huge chore that took well over an hour and included a break for me to go to the store to get Poweraide. I don't normally go for sports drinks, but after drinking probably a quart of water and still feeling sluggish, it was very well justified. Worked wonders.
I still told Dad that he's getting someone else to move the couch the next time he wants to make a switch.
