It
seems as though I should have maybe waited another day before making my post from
yesterday (Feb 14/17). This post was sitting in my drafts...darn it!
I
checked my case status around lunch time today and it still said the same thing
it did the last time I checked. I told myself that I have to stop checking it
otherwise it will probably drive me crazy.
I
finished the last couple hours of my shift at work, and then headed downtown to
the Duke Energy Convention Center for the 6th Annual Queen City
Blood Drive put on by the Cyclones. Last year when we went to this drive I
still had a cast on my hand, and it was recommended that I keep my blood so
that I could heal myself. Definitely made sense. They left it up to me, and so
I decided against donating. This year I went by myself as Aaron donated in
December and he isn’t quite at his 8 weeks yet.
It
was nice to go in the middle of the afternoon, not quite as busy as the
evening. Like always, I tend to get nervous as I am sitting in the chair
waiting for them to get everything set up. I fear that I might pass out. The
first time I donated blood was close enough to passing out, and I definitely
don’t want to feel that way again. I remember Aaron telling me that he never
had saw someone look that color before. Kind of like death. We still laugh about
that to this day.
Switched
things up today by going with the left arm. I usually go with the right arm
since I am left handed, but I had a bad experience back in September with all
the blood work that was drawn for my immigration medical. They blew a vein and I
swelled right up and eventually bruised pretty badly, kind of freaked me out.
Figured maybe I needed to give the right side a break for a while.
As
I sat there having the blood drawn, one of the other workers came to chat with
me, as the lady who was looking after me was not very friendly. All of the
sudden, I heard a thud behind, and people went running in that direction. I was
scared to look, and it was hard to because of the angle of my chair, but a
person had passed out. The guy who was chatting with me said that he wasn’t
going to turn his back on me, and reassured me that I would be ok. I told him I
felt fine, maybe the color of my skin showed differently. Turns out, a lady
passed out in the chair while giving blood and she fell out of the chair, with
the needle still in her arm! Now it makes sense why the guy said he wouldn’t
turn his back on me. When he had said someone had passed out earlier, I thought
he meant after the donation, and there were getting ready to leave. Nope, not
the case. Right in the middle of donating. Scary stuff.
Returned
home to start on some homework, and got a call on one of the jobs I applied
for. Oh, haven’t mentioned that yet. I resigned from my current job last week.
My last day is March 2. I graduate in a few months, so I am going to focus on
finishing my last semester and hopefully get more stuff figured out with
permanent residence. Anyways, this phone call made me think that I should check
the status of my case again. You are probably thinking to yourself, why is she
torturing herself? Well, I had just told the person on the phone that I hoped
to have my case approved before the end of the month. That got me thinking and
hoping to see something different. And sure enough, a new update!!!
Take
a look for yourself…
I
am pretty sure this means that my application to change my status from a F1
student to a permanent resident has been APPROVED!!! By card I assume that is
my permanent resident card. I guess I will find out in a few days. Keep you
posted!
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