Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Poke, Poke, Poke!
I'm sure my phobia of needles is silly to some people. I admit a 46 year old woman terrified (and yes terrified is the right word) of needles does seem ridiculous. But I can't help it. It doesn't matter how tiny the needle is, I still break out in a cold sweat when I see one. Oh great, cold sweats and a hot flash at the same time - that will be interesting.
I've been terrified of needles for as long as I can remember. My mother used to tell the story that my problem with needles came from the fact that the doctor who delivered me, gave me too many shots as a baby. According to mom, who was 16 when I was born, the doctor's nurse pulled her aside after one visit and recommended she find another doctor for me, as there was no need for me to get a shot every time I visited the doctor. The nurse said he was treating me like a pin cushion.
My mom often told this story, but she wasn't very sympathetic to my fears. I stopped crying when I got shots after she spanked me and grounded me for doing so at one visit. I was probably only 6 or 7 at the time. The tears may have stopped but the fear and panic continue on to this day. It's a miracle I ever managed to get my ears pierced. (Another joyful experience with my mom.) It's the main reason I have never gotten a tattoo. My dear sweet husband would love for me to get a tattoo - he even joked on Facebook that I would be getting inked on Friday. Oh, I think of getting a tiny tattoo on my ankle from time to time. I even have one picked out.
So, if my math is right. I've got four more pokes coming - three for the radiation and one for the genetic blood test. Maybe if I put on my Super Librarian suit, I can get through it without it being too mortifying.