I am probably the most squeamish person I know when it comes to having blood drawn. The last time I did it was probably over 6 years ago, so it was time I get it done today. I made it through, but once again, it wasn’t easy. I had my bottle of water handy and the lady doing it was nice enough to make conversation. She asked me if I was an NFL fan and what I thought of the Falcons. And then she also asked me about college football. It felt like it went on forever, when actually it was probably less than a minute. I am wriggling in my chair just writing about it.
This squeamishness goes back to when I was about 19 and in college. I participated in a college health study in which they drew blood. They took it from my left arm, and when they withdrew the needle, I experienced a very sharp pain. Within a minute or two, I developed a huge bruise that radiated from the middle of my arm almost to my wrist. In addition, I had a big bump at the place the needle was inserted (still wriggling).
I hope someday I can get over this fear, but I doubt I ever will. I think I do a little better each time, but the ironic thing is I dwell on it and feel just as uncomfortable when it’s over, rather than feel relief. All I can say is I hope it’s another 6 years.