My parents used to ship me off in the summer to stay with my grandparents for a week. I must’ve been a handful back then, although I think they sent my brother off to our other set of grandparents at the same time. My guess is they probably wanted some time together in Vegas, or maybe they just wanted to sleep for a week.
But that’s not why I mention it. On a particularly hot day while I was staying with my grandparents in Appleton, I came in to ask my Grandma Cleo for a drink of water. She let the tap run until it was good and cold, and filled one of the biggest glasses in her cupboard. Before handing it over to me, though, she gave me this warning: “Don’t drink it too fast, or you’ll have a stroke!”
I don’t know if she literally meant I’d get a stroke, or if she was just exaggerating to make her warning a little more colorful, but for years – nay, decades after that, I drank cold water v e r y s l o w l y so I wouldn’t seize up and die! Didn’t even have to be a hot day, or flushed with exercise. I was just too scared of having a stroke after that to gulp cold water.
So there you go, one more arrow in your parental arsenal of things to scare your kids with, courtesy of my Grandma Cleo. You’re welcome.stroke | 11:26 am CDT
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