
Upon arriving in Honduras to serve here at Hospital Loma de Luz, every missionary is tested for their blood type and is put on a list in the laboratory. One never knows when the vampire will attack. It might be a non-emergent situation in which there is time to ask the family of the patient to come get tested to donate. Or it could be a critically injured patient brought to the hospital in the middle of the night who needs blood NOW. That's when the vampire drags us out of our comfy beds, "A patient needs your blood, NOW!"
Last night, my roommate, her parents, and I were finishing dinner when a call came over the radio, "Dr Alexander to the operating room STAT!!" After hearing multiple motos fly past our apartment towards the hospital, Lizzie and I decided to see if we could be of any help.That's when the vampire attacked. A patient was in trouble in the operating room. He was already receiving a unit of blood and would need second one. I was a match for him.

I'm pretty sure that my heart went into SVT as Sandy cleaned my arm and applied the tourniquet. "Uno...Dos...Tres..." A little pinch from that gigantic needle and it was over. It really didn't hurt at all. I waited, expecting to suddenly feel dizzy and faint. It never came. I felt as normal as one could feel with a needle the size of a garden hose in their arm. Seven minutes later, it was all over and I still felt fine. All those nerves for nothing. Being attacked by the vampire wasn't so bad after all.
Our critical patient survived his operation and is doing very well! God is good!
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