TIFU by deciding to donate blood and ending up stuck out of my house until 3am
Obligatory this happened 2 days ago.
I have never been able to donate blood before due to a restriction on people who lived in england in the late 80s - early 90s, but where I live this rule has just been changed, so I've been planning to donate for a few weeks now, but havent had the time.
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But on this day, I finished early and decided to stop at the donation centre on the way home at about 3pm. I signed up, and said I wanted to donate right now. The person at reception asked if I had drank a litre of water and ate something substantial in the last few hours. I hadn't, in fact I felt particularly thirsty, so I said no, and she offered to rebook me for another time, I declined and went home.
When I got home, my partner was just heading out the door for work, which is a night shift. I said goodbye, went inside, chugged four glasses of water, and called up the donation centre to see if I could just come back. They said yes, come down. So I grab my phone and some headphones and walk to the car.
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As I get to the car, I reach into my pocket, and instead of the keys I was expecting from that bulge, were two pens I had picked up earlier in the day. I had left my keys in my apartment, and since it is an apartment, there are no windows I can try to open to get in. "not to worry", I think. I will walk to the donation centre, then get my sister to pick me up, then I will borrow her car to drive to my partner's work, grab her house key off her, then I'll be fine. I'll probably waste 40 minutes of my day, maximum.
So I set off on the walk, and call my partner, no answer, so I message her telling her the situation, then call my sister. I excitedly donate the blood, then go find my sister in the car park, who had been waiting at least half an hour for me. Sorry.
She takes me to her house, and I try calling my partner, no answer, so I call her work. But reception is closed during night shift. I realise I should have called the place before 5pm while I had the chance. I then joke to my sister about having to crash there until 2am when my partner finishes.
Over the next few hours, I leave about 16 missed calls on my partners phone, and also try reception in case anyone happens to be in earshot. No luck. I expect my parter to go on dinner break about 8pm, but that comes and goes. So I leave instructions on messenger for her to come by my sisters house on the way home, call me and I will come out. I put new sheets on the spare room bed at my sister's, and go to bed. I get a call waking me up at about midnight, when she has gone on break, and re-explain the situation. Then finally another call at 2:20am. She picks me up and I get home nearly 12 hours after first leaving the house to donate blood. I asked my partner the next day where her phone was, whether it was in her locker or something. Apparently it was in her pocket, but just on silent, and she wasn't feeling very hungry so she took her dinner break late that night.
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Moral of the story is that god punishes good deeds
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TL;DR: I went to donate blood for the first time and ended up locking myself out of the house, and couldn't get back in until my partner finished work, her shift ended at 2am.