My luck.

So yesterday didn't go exactly after the plan. I did end up making that carrot lasagna, though.

I went to the doctor and had a talk with her about some of the bodily issues I've had for a while and she set me up with one of her collegues who could take some blood samples. I had to get 6 different samples taken for a few different things. I've never had a problem with having blood samples taking, far from it - I actually think it's quite fascinating to look at and I tend to "enjoy" them. My veins are quite bad though, it's always difficult for them to find a "good" vein to dig into, and it's also difficult to keep me bleeding (after one bloodsample my veins tend to be all "NOPE AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN TODAY" and I just stop bleeding).
So we ended up having to try both of my arms, so I have two very tender bruises on the inner side of each elbow that hurt like hell. And to top it off - I originally had to get 6 different samples taken, but after one and a half I felt extremely dizzy, my vision began to fade and I couldn't hear anything and suddenly I was laying down instead of sitting up. So yeah, I passed out and had to lie on a brink for a good 20 minutes after gaining consciousness again. I find it kind of funny because a few of the samples were to check if I suffer from anemia, lol.
After a while I was sent home but felt too tired and (still) dizzy, so Jonas and I decided to call it off for the day. But I did make the lasagna for myself (which was really delicious btw).

I've fainted a few times in my life and I think it tends to be at really inconvinient places. I once passed out at a concert and accidentally banged my head while falling on a metalstand in front of me, so I missed about an hour of the concert. Another time I fainted at a metro station (and also ended up puking on myself before the ambulance arrived). I've also fainted while I was about to cross a crowded street.

I'd also like to mention this; I actually managed to cut myself on a fridge today. I didn't even know that was possible until the fridge attacked me with its door and scraped a good layer of skin off my wrist. So now I have these nice bruises that looks like I've done heroin, I also look like I've tried to kill myself. (seriously, it's RIGHT on top of my vein and it's "down the street, not across".) I'm pretty sure my fridge is plotting a murder. 

Reading through this entry, I'm pretty convinced karma is making me pay, haha.