It's in the Genes...

So those that know me pretty well know I have a little fainting problem. I'd rather call it my low blood pressure complication or something even more sophisticated like a vasovagal response (four years of Jason in medical school, I had to pick up some cool lingo). For as long as I can remember I have fainted. The first time I remember fainting was when my brother Doug was getting stitches removed. It was just way too much for my weak little seven year old stomach to handle. And from then its just became a lifestyle. I have fainted while getting my hair cut, in the movie theater (twice), at work, in the shower, while getting my blood drawn (several times), during my insurance consultation for my wisdom teeth removal, while watching television...to name a few. And tonight one of my worst fears came true...I would be the catcher, not the fainter. Lauren fell off the kitchen chair (which has become quite a normal occurrence for our children ever since we invested in a counter height kitchen table), spilling a bowl of applesauce on the way. Now Lauren has gotten stitches twice in the back of her head from similar falls so I was expecting some type of injury. I knelt down on the floor as she walked over to me in tears, a mouth full of spewing food, to examine her back. And then it happened. Her knees buckled, she fell limply into my arms and she didn't respond as I forcefully called her name. I didn't know what was happening but my heart was racing out of my chest. I was trying to think of what number I should call Jason on...cell, office, pager, when she finally came to. Immediately she told me that her stomach hurt and that was when I knew. She has officially inherited my weak vasovagal response, if its even really genetic. Poor girl. All I can say is it might get her a few free movie passes and a legitimate excuse to forgo a medical career.