One Saturday evening I got this urgent text message from my mom asking me if I could excuse myself from my master's class to donate blood. Her close friend's niece was at the hospital with dengue. So there I was excited at the prospect of another adventure, first time eh. At the local Red cross I found myself talking to a really handsome guy. My evil thought was "Needles or fangs?" Hehehe... My ultra confident self stepped on the scale for the weigh in prior to the drawing of the blood. Then Handsome Guy told me, "Sorry you're underweight, you can't donate." I was disappointed at not being able to help out the boy because of that 1.5 pounds and confused because I had a check up two months before and my doctor never told me that I was underweight. I was worried when I realized I was having a weight problem. How could I be underweight when all I do was eat and eat? This is not good...
Haaay a missed opportunity indeed. I have to gain weight. I must, I must, I must increase my weight. Tapos pag sumobra ng hindi namalayan naku problema na naman. But that could be another mundane story.
Haaay a missed opportunity indeed. I have to gain weight. I must, I must, I must increase my weight. Tapos pag sumobra ng hindi namalayan naku problema na naman. But that could be another mundane story.
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