Tony took Wyatt to the blood bank and gave blood today. I am so proud of him because he was once terrified of this idea. This was his second time this year and I'm pretty sure he is going to continue. Me? I'm completely afraid of it, for different reasons. When I was 20 I went to donate blood and because my blood pressure was low, they had me walking brisk laps around the building to get it up to the point where they could draw. I remember being lethargic afterward, but recovered quickly. The second time I donated however, I passed out a little over an hour later in a college classroom. I was down for only a few seconds but I just resigned myself at that point that maybe it just wasn't my thing. As of at least the last time I was hospitalized, with Eva's birth 5 years ago, I know that I still have low blood pressure so yeah, maybe still not such a good idea for me?
We packed up the family and headed to the hospital to visit our niece and her new sweet baby girl. We had Mexican food for lunch and we traveled out of town to Bass Pro and Old Navy for a planned few hours, that turned into the rest of the afternoon. At least we got the santa photo.
He was authentic looking. Yeah, see how
tortured I am about the santa thing, puh!
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