~At the clinic getting a physical for the Army on Tuesday morning~
The words poured over me like so many bitter herbs. A figurative acid in the eyes and sucker punch to the gut. Anxiety levels peaked.
Nurse: "Okay, well, let's go ahead and draw your blood and get this thing over with..."
~several minutes later, post sanitizing arm~
Nurse: "Okay, so you'll feel a little stick."
OH! MY! GOSH!, I screamed on the inside.
~needle inserting vein on my right arm. 20 seconds elapse~
Nurse: "Okay, how are you doing?"
Me (losing consciousness): "Yeah, not so good."
~moments later, coming out of anxiety-induced fainting spell to observe room full of nurses and doctor~
Doctor (putting ice pack down my shirt): "Yeah, you'll be okay. Just wait a few minutes and then they'll try sticking you again."
~enter original nurse~
Nurse: "Yeah, I tried to get enough blood the first time, but you passed out too soon. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO STICK YOU AGAIN." (emphasis added)
~roll ominous/hopeless music. cue curtain. fade to black~
Editor's Note: I realize I have problems/phobias. And it seems to be getting worse. Oy! Vey! Two fainting spells in the last two needle sticks.
Getting stuck sucks. Can I just live in the Star Trek world with the needle-less shots? Please, take me there. I beg you. Beam me up.