Needles

I have always had this fear of needles. Not sure where I got it. I remember going to the doctor when I was younger with my sister. I cried when I got shots (every time) and she laughed. Laughed. How can one laugh when you get a shot? I remember having to get blood drawn. I went with my Dad and older brother. I told my Dad I wanted Randon to do it first so I could see. I was horrified. I was crying just watching him get it done. My Dad held my hand the whole time.

Confession time. The FIRST time I did not cry when I got a shot was when I was in college. Maybe 20. I was getting some shots and blood drawn to get my CNA. That was the first time I did not cry. I remember my mom staring at me waiting for that tear to fall. I will admit my eyes watered. But no tears. I think since taking Human Anatomy I have this fascination with the body. So amazing. I am not a fan of IV's though. When they put it in last time and had to dig around I could not watch. Ugh, seeing that needle move around under my skin was disturbing.

Today, I am getting blood work done to make sure I am getting all the nutrients I need and that I'm not lacking in any. So I can't eat. Shall I remind you I get up at 4:00 am? My appointment is at 2:15pm. I am only allowed to drink water. Let's hope I don't wither away to practically nothing till then. (I am secretly hoping I do...haha)