Novel & Cerita Feeling Weak Days After Donating Blood

The nurse said and took Duke into a room. Duke came out of the room after giving one and a half bags of blood. Giving half a bag more blood than usual made Duke's body very weak. As soon as the blood-giving process was over, Duke started to feel dizzy, and he left the room without resting. Duke sat down to regain his balance. Xavier's Father quickly came to him and asked, "Why did you come out, Son? You should rest now. You have donated more blood than usual. Please take rest"

Gu wanted to say those words. She didn't know why Mrs. Gu knew her blood type. But with the loss of blood little by little, Monique seemed to suddenly understand. "It's really funny!" "Doctor, the person who donated blood fainted." "Stop donating blood immediately. The person who donates blood is estimated to have some anemia. Did you get the blood transferred from other hospitals?" The doctor asked in a hurry. The nurse replied, "Not yet!" The doctor said, "Hurry up."

The nurse in charge of the new desk explained, but there were a few words that were a bit vague, but even so, it didn't matter, she understood what the nurse meant. "Actually, in life, if you lose a kidney, and sell your kidney, your quality of life will decline, your physical condition will weaken, you won't be able to do heavy work, or you will feel tired, these sequelae will all appear in the later life of people who have lost a kidney. I believe you can feel this yourself. From a medical point of view, the human body has the function of regenerating bone marrow, just like chives, if you cut off a root, it can grow back. However, your body condition… Moreover, before donating bone marrow,

I couldn't stay there, watching him love another woman. That woman had never woken up from her coma state. She should be deeply grateful to me for overcoming my fear of needles just so she could still be alive today. I let out a breath. My body was weak after donating 600cc of blood for her. This was the side effect. With slow, unsteady steps, I made my way out of that place and finally arrived at a house that felt empty. For once, I felt relieved to be alone. I let out a breathy sigh and adjusted myself into a comfortable position before completely drifting off on the sofa. I was sleeping when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

I hated when he was right. “I don’t even feel sick,” I muttered, raising my hands. “I’m strong, energetic, and haven’t even had any bad experiences since I left the hospital.” “That’s how it starts,” he replied. “Fatigue. Dizziness. Swelling sometimes. But internally, your kidneys are struggling. They are not filtering the way they should.” I swallowed. That sounded awful. I couldn’t help the fear that threatened to crawl down my spine. “So what happens if we don’t find a donor?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Dr. Pearson put on his stethoscope and leaned over my bedside to listen to my heart. Afterward, his expression grew troubled. "Your heartbeat is extremely weak. This isn't normal. I'll have my colleague run some tests and do some blood work. This might be due to anemia." He was about to head to the doctor's office when I stopped him. "That's not necessary, Dr. Pearson. I donated three bags of blood yesterday, so…" He froze and stared at me in disbelief. "Who told you to do that? Which doctor did it? Your anemia is already so severe. What is this, a joke?"

"You're still using the baby as an excuse? It's just a blood donation, not your life! Do you really think you're that delicate? You think your baby can't survive just because you donate blood?" I could hardly believe these words came from my own husband's mouth. Stunned, I stared at him. My voice was weak. It was as if all my strength had drained away. "Do you even realize I haven't had a proper meal in six months? If I weren't so malnourished, I wouldn't have collapsed in the blood donation room." For a brief moment, a trace of guilt flickered in Henry's eyes, but that guilt was quickly replaced by anger and resentment.

She pinched the needle and jabbed it viciously into my arm. "Oh dear, it went in crooked. You don't mind, do you?" Ms. Ritter deliberately botched the insertion several more times, stopping only when my arm was black and blue. However, I could no longer feel the pain. Without even lifting her head, she swapped out the blood bag and muttered, "Fine, I give you credit for putting up with it. But you have no sense of collective spirit at all. You fake being sick and fainting just to get out of donating blood.

Ellie’s POV Jaden had gotten too dependent on my blood after the last few battles, and it was all I could wish for. The poisoned blood would be running its course now; I can feel it in my bones. I try to ignore it, and most of the time I am able to, but some nights I am hit with vicious fevers and cold sweats. I am always better in the morning, but my body, and my resolve, have gotten weaker and weaker.