I had to go in today to get blood taken and I am not in the least bit a fan of it. In fact I happen to be the biggest sissy when it comes to getting it taken. Now for those of you who have ever seen me you may think that is odd because I have earrings. If you have been plagued to know me back in college then you also know that I had about 9 holes in my head at one time or another.
So the odd question then becomes.......Why are you so afraid of the needle going into your arm that could potentially save yours and someone else's life and NOT of the needle used by the man or woman that has enough tattoos on them to be entered into the world record book. And for any of you who have ever been to a tattoo or piercing place, whats with the black gloves anyway?
I haven't been able to figure out what my deal is with this. I believe that part of it could be that in one instance the nurse is taking something that I feel is vital to my life and the other is a piece of jewelry adding to my face and therefore my attraction of looking like a fishing lure. (as my dad would say)
But after today, I have resolved that I need to man up and realize I have many more years and blood test ahead of me. This certainly doesn't mean I will like it but that I need to get over it.
All right back to printing.........
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