I have always found it somewhat insignificant to tell people that I hate needles. I mean, I have never come up to any of my friends and said "Hey you know what? I hate needles." I'm weird enough, thank you.

Anyway, I don't hate all needles. I can deal with crochet needles, knitting needles, sewing needles and other needles used for artsy-wartsy stuff. I, however, hate needles that have a very clear intent to invade my body. I hate injections and I have never had an operation where I'd be cut open and sewn back together. *gag* That'd simply make me die. Even if I were unconscious! *gag* I mean, if man was supposed to be anywhere near needles, he'd have them, like, at the back of his hand or something. I'm being stupid now. LOL.

Today, I went to St. Luke's Extension Clinic near PGH coz I needed to get a thorough medical examination. When I say thorough, I mean thorough. Anyway, part of the exam was to take a sample of your blood so that they can find out whether you have HIV, Syphilis *wrinkles nose and makes a face*, traces of drugs, etc. Erm, I didn't have to take that. I mean, I'm guaranteed 100% pure (YFC 'to! Solo Dios Basta!). Unfortunately, my word was apparently not good enough so I had to go through with it. Ick.

While I was waiting, my brother was trying to talk me out of it. Ick. He was scaring me. I didn't mind him; he's a bit stupid/funny(-looking LOL.) sometimes. And I was starting to get annoyed and paranoid. Ugh. I don't know how I can love someone like that. LOL. (Love you, Dean! *huggie*)

Then my name was called for that damn blood test and I had no choice. I came up to the counter, got my tube and walked into the room. It was a small room, and there wasn't really a crowd (there wasn't a soul in sight, actually) so THANK GOD (The only thing worse than being afraid of something is havaing people make fun of your fear. Tsk.). The sample was taken less than a minute after I sat down.

Then my name was called for that damn blood test and I had no choice. I came up to the counter, got my tube and walked into the room. It was a small room, and there wasn't really a crowd (there wasn't a soul in sight, actually) so THANK GOD (The only thing worse than being afraid of something is havaing people make fun of your fear. Tsk.). The sample was taken less than a minute after I sat down.

We were on our way home when I was thinking about how funny/silly/absolutely stupid I am about this whole needle thing. I mean, I would have fainted at the mere thought of being... poked. Ick. Had I not closed my eyes (yup, nakapikit ako...=P), I would have lost consciousness. Literal ah? Grabe, I am such a baby. Nakakahiya.

PS Special thanks to the following (Not in any order): GothicFury, Annavi, Pam S, Li'l Tin, Li'l Bea, Lebs, Pam Q, Karen, M.C.O.S.2 *winkie* and Roxanne (dunno if you'll read this, but I'll thank you anyway.=P). Don't ask why.
kitten posted @ 6:16 AM