Post by krtxballistic on Apr 25, 2018 19:37:01 GMT -6
I never realized, until today, how out of shape I must be. I went to donate Plasma yesterday, but was not able too, because my pulse was too high. First try, my pulse was 103. The second time was 106. I went in today, and my PULSE WAS 124! Admittedly, I was really nervous this time around, because I was afraid it was about to be another wasted trip and I was anxious and could feel my heart beating, so I was expecting it to be high this time, but 124 without moving much... I was not even nervous at all when it was 103 and that is incredibly high. Luckily, the next time I tested, it was 93, so I was able to donate, but I never knew how horribly unhealthy I am.
It always has. First off, calling it "food" is a stretch. I don't eat there unless I'm constipated. Loosens things right up. Second, TB's product stinks. Literally. You can't get that smell off your hands for days. Go to a real authentic Mexican restaurant and try the real thing. You'll never return to Taco Hell again.
I'd never done a crazy thing in my life before that night. Why is it if a man kills another man in battle it's called heroic, yet if he kills a man in the heat of passion it's called murder?