Ouch.
Yesterday I was very dramatic. I had to get blood drawn. I will never admit this while one day holding my screaming child down in a peditricians office… but I am absolutely petrified of needles. I was a baby from the minute I walked in the door of the lab, hoping that someone would take pity on me and say “We’ll make a special exception just for you and forgo all the bloodwork” I told the receptionist, the insurance registration lady, and the nurse who took me back. NO ONE EVEN BLINKED AT MY DISTRESS.
Except Brent, who was a doll the entire time. He held my hand, told me I’d be just fine, and kept talking to me even as I held a hand clasped over my eyes so I couldn’t see when they were putting the needle in. I didn’t take the hand from over my eyes until they had finished with 4 vials of blood. Finally I got a little pity and was rewarded with my very own miniature cup of apple juice.
At one point, the nurse said to me “Uhhhh ma’am… you do realize that childbirth is going to be worse than this” - to which I replied, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there… right now I’m just dealing with this needle in my arm” What a wimp!
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