Shocking n' Crazy

So there have been several times in my life at which I can remember being jolted with electricity. It's not a very pleasant thing to be shocked and even just thinking about it makes me want to curl up in a little ball and cry like a three year old. (I would have said cry like a baby, but babies usually cry because they are hungry or wet or they are tired. You feel none of these when you get shocked! And I figured a three year old usually cries when it gets hurt, you know hurt is what it feels like to get shocked.)

Well my earliest recollection of being shocked is when I was probably around six years of age. We, my family, were visiting somebody my parents knew (probably a distant relative.) Anyway, they had animals at their place. Not "animals" like you are a crazy and wild person, but "animals" as in sheep. I think that is what they had, can't remember too well, that far back (it might be because of my shocking experiences.) And as you may or may not know, the coolest thing for keeping live stock fenced up is an electrical fence. This particular fence was only about a foot or so off the ground (that makes me believe they didn't have cows, cows could step right over that.) Well the kid which was around my age took me exploring around the yard and we had to cross the "force field"! Well as I followed this kid around. He stepped on the wire, with his shoe, and crossed safely. Well I did like wise and barely stepped on the wire and the wire shot up from the ground, where I thought it was snug under my shoe and it hit me where it really hurts. You know, the inner thigh, nothing too vital! I remember rolling to the ground and crying like a three year old. A practice a little more acceptable for a six year old than a 28 year old.

I never wanted to experience that again. Well low and behold, a few years later (like 20, I have had a couple other shocking experiences between then, none so notable to tell now) I had entered the law enforcement workforce. Well as part of the privilege of being law enforcement, you get to pack around an electronic gun which has the ability to shoot two barbed prongs (mine goes 25 feet) and these prongs enable the foe. So in the training on how to use these Tasers, one gets the opportunity, or privilege, to experience this enabling. Yes, I did so. It was shocking! Although I felt like I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry like a three year old, I maintained professionalism and cried when I got home!

So my latest experience of being shocked, unfortunately was not by choice. To make a long story short, while minding my own business this past weekend, my heart decided to beat a little different. It's like it heard music and couldn't decide if it wanted to dance the Salsa, the Cha Cha or the Quick Step and moved freely between each dances. Hence, we decided it would be a good idea to see a doctor. I went to an insta care near my home and then was sent to the big hospital! The ER doctor said it was not good for my heart to want to dance all those dances at the same time (it would probably get voted off SYTYCD). It was decided the best way to tell my heart to settle down and dance the Tango, was to give it a nice jolt! Well, I took a nap and they shocked me. The nurse told me that right after I was shocked, I said, "Ohhhhh, man. That hurt!"

Anyway, so when life doesn't always go your way and it throws some crazy joules come back with a "So watt!"