Chapter 8 - Lights, PleaseExhaustion had caught up with me while they took my plasma. I wasn't comfortable enough to nod off, but my eye lids drooped, and I did shut them a few times. My breathing leveled off. Checking my watch again, midnight had come and gone. I'd been hooked up to the machine for ten minutes. I couldn't take a nap because I had to clench and unclench my fist during this whole process. I glanced over to the machine to see my blood travel through the lengths of tubes and through the odd enclosed round things (I was told it was a centrifuge), on the machine and here the plasma is separated. A murky liquid (my plasma), flowed back into the same tube and was collected in a bag down near the floor. After watching that for a moment I felt light headed again. I quit watching it
