So I have this friend…
** In a names have been changed to protect the innocent sort of way, we’ll call her Kay for the sake of this post.
Kay has what you might call a bit of (ahem) trouble with needles, if by “trouble” you mean “transforms from a sweet, sassy, competent woman to the Incredible Hulk at the sight of that pointed implement.” Shifting from reasonable adult to hazy minded fight-or-flight creature in five seconds flat is her specialty. Kay’s been known to actually warn medical professionals beforehand that she cannot be held responsible for her actions once the needle appears in the room, and woe to those who do not heed the warning.
Now, to be fair, I hear tell Kay’s gotten much better recently when it comes to her needle phobia. This is a relief because I’ve always harbored a secret fear that some nurse would freak out, tranquilize her, and call the police, and it’s kinda hard to come up with bail money on short notice.
All of this is my round about way of saying I’m (exceedingly) glad I don’t have a thing with needles. I get a lot of blood work done – have for years now – and that’s a whole lot easier when needles don’t send me into a massive panic. Some draws are easier than others, but none of them cause me to threaten the lives of sweet little nurses.
Ahem. Not that I’m saying that’s happened.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.