Parenting III

My 19 year old daughter Kelsey and me have planned for months that she would come and eat lunch with me on January 5th, then I would take her to the Red Cross to give blood. I am pretty faithful in my giving of blood and the ladies in the donation room have gotten to know me so well that it is like "Cheers" when Norm came into the bar.

Anyway, we went and had a gread sushi lunch and headed for the Red Cross. Kelsey had tried to give blood once before in high school and things didn't go so well, but I promised I was very confident that this time it would be different.

Things were going great and Kelsey had given 400 of the 470 units that she had to give when she started having trouble. Linda, the tech attending to her, had her coughing to help her finish it up when all of the sudden Kelsey spewed sushi, sprite, etc. all over me and herself (yuk, puke in the hair). It was like The Exorcist, a large, green burst of rice and crunchy shrimp. Well, she was able to finish, (yahoo!) but since I was covered in Japanese delight, I had to put my dedication to my job aside and go home to clean up.