Just call me Mr. Excitement.

Yep. That’s me.

Who else could walk into his granddaughter’s school to donate blood and wake up to have EMTs shaving his chest preparing him for an EKG. What I had wanted was to give my granddaughter a shared, rewarding experience of giving something personal to help others. I have donated several times in the past, but I was told this was to be my last time. Under the pretense that I was a crybaby, the attendant let my grandchild sit beside me and hold my hand during the procedure. We were joking and having fun for a while, but just as I was finishing I began to seize. What a horrible thing for her to have witnessed. Evidently, I attracted a lot attention in the room. I had three seizures. Thankfully, my daughter was also there and summoned help. This wasn’t the experience I wanted my granddaughter to have, but she’s a trooper. At thirteen she’s wise beyond her years. Two cans of Sprite and a bunch of Oreo cookies later, I was allowed to go home. By-the-way, the EMT said there was nothing wrong with my heart.

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Rick Algood
January 26, 2016