For Wilshire Baptist Church
“Hmm . . . that’s interesting.”
“What’s that?”
“Your pulse skips a beat.”
I was sitting in the Carter BloodCare mobile unit at Wilshire a couple of weeks ago, going through blood donor prescreening, when everything came to a halt. The young woman checking my pulse let go of my wrist and called her supervisor over. He checked it too and concurred: “Your pulse skips a beat about every 30 seconds.” After asking me some questions about my health and conferring with an on-call doctor on the telephone, they let me give a pint of blood.
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