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.
Should pale death with arrow dread Make the ocean caves our bed Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be Thou! who hear'st the surges roll Deign to save the suppliant soul