While I am thinking about my vast and varied list of crap I am irrationally afraid of, it’s hard to pick out what would be at the very top of the list, but I’ll give it a whirl.
I can't even stand the thought of getting blood drawn or an immunization. I am queasy and crawling out of my skin just writing that sentence.
Ick. Ick. Ick.
When I was three my mom picked me up early from daycare and brought this little lady along.
|Puffy the Puffalump (creative, I know)|
I should have known that along with the new friend, Mom had some shenanigans up her sleeve. She gave me Puffy and buckled me into the car where she explained we were going to the doctor’s office for some booster shots.* By the time my mom got me into the doctor’s office I was so anxious about having to get shots that I worked myself into a fever and we had to schedule them for another day.
I am a fainter. When I was a junior in high school we were watching a movie that involved immunizations. After about three minutes of seeing people get shots I got that good old woozy feeling and passed out right then and there.I had to get a TB test for a job and when I asked the nurse if it was going to hurt, she replied, “Well, it’s not a hug.” I cried.
The last time I had to get blood work done, one nurse had to hold my arm down while the other took my blood out. There I was all grown up, being held down, and sobbing in the chair. It was pretty pathetic.
Tattoos? Bring ‘em on! Not a tear will be shed, but tell me I need to get blood work done and you get the full on freak-out!*Why do we use the word shots? Can’t we think of something friendlier, like