I was a sucky patient one time. But...I kind of have...a reason...kind of.
Background; When I was a little kid, I went to doctor often. You know how they sometimes prick the kid's finger for quick blood test? I loved that. I was always excited to go through blood tests or shots, until I was 11...when I was being tested for Diabetes, I think it was...they had to withdraw blood from my arm. The nurse at the time was not kind, or easy going, and jammed the needle inappropriately in me, so I was in pain. And of course, she couldn't get enough, so she had to do it again...since then, me and needles were no longer friends. /End background.
Due to what I explained, giving me shots, or putting me through blood tests, or even pricking my finger, is now a challenge even for me. I tried to donate blood once, to get over it, but got turned away because when they mentioned they had to prick my finger I got pale and shaky.
When I was 19, I was very ill. With what, is not a problem so much anymore, but my doctor ordered me to go to another clinic to get a blood test. I made my boyfriend come with for support, cause I KNEW it wouldn't end well.
The first clinic, it was only a chair. I started freaking out cause I knew what was coming, and the nurse stopped me. She told my boyfriend I'd need to go to another clinic nearby where they had a bed, cause she was afraid I'd pass out in the chair. He sighs, annoyed, but takes me.
Good thing too. At the second clinic, they start to prepare, but I start shaking. They call in my boyfriend to hold my hand.
He ended up having to hold me down. See, even if they use pediatric needles on me, I still feel them. And it DOES hurt me. I went crazy when the started. I started kicking and was yelling and crying in different languages. He admitted later it was amusing to him, but I was in hell.
I ended up kicking so much I knocked a painting off the wall. When I was gone I heard the nurses muttering at me. I did feel bad, but I can't help how I react...
I turn into a psycho. Even today, as I went in for a finger prick during my doc appointment, the nurse noted how pale and shaky I was today as well. (I am now 21)
I react too extreme in these situations. I know I do. I regret it afterwards, cause I know it should not be a big deal...but needles just trouble me severely. I even get sick seeing them on TV now.
So there you have my shame. I was a crappy patient. I tend to be over this stuff. I wish I had better self control, but I lose it the moment I know its coming.
Background; When I was a little kid, I went to doctor often. You know how they sometimes prick the kid's finger for quick blood test? I loved that. I was always excited to go through blood tests or shots, until I was 11...when I was being tested for Diabetes, I think it was...they had to withdraw blood from my arm. The nurse at the time was not kind, or easy going, and jammed the needle inappropriately in me, so I was in pain. And of course, she couldn't get enough, so she had to do it again...since then, me and needles were no longer friends. /End background.
Due to what I explained, giving me shots, or putting me through blood tests, or even pricking my finger, is now a challenge even for me. I tried to donate blood once, to get over it, but got turned away because when they mentioned they had to prick my finger I got pale and shaky.
When I was 19, I was very ill. With what, is not a problem so much anymore, but my doctor ordered me to go to another clinic to get a blood test. I made my boyfriend come with for support, cause I KNEW it wouldn't end well.
The first clinic, it was only a chair. I started freaking out cause I knew what was coming, and the nurse stopped me. She told my boyfriend I'd need to go to another clinic nearby where they had a bed, cause she was afraid I'd pass out in the chair. He sighs, annoyed, but takes me.
Good thing too. At the second clinic, they start to prepare, but I start shaking. They call in my boyfriend to hold my hand.
He ended up having to hold me down. See, even if they use pediatric needles on me, I still feel them. And it DOES hurt me. I went crazy when the started. I started kicking and was yelling and crying in different languages. He admitted later it was amusing to him, but I was in hell.
I ended up kicking so much I knocked a painting off the wall. When I was gone I heard the nurses muttering at me. I did feel bad, but I can't help how I react...
I turn into a psycho. Even today, as I went in for a finger prick during my doc appointment, the nurse noted how pale and shaky I was today as well. (I am now 21)
I react too extreme in these situations. I know I do. I regret it afterwards, cause I know it should not be a big deal...but needles just trouble me severely. I even get sick seeing them on TV now.
So there you have my shame. I was a crappy patient. I tend to be over this stuff. I wish I had better self control, but I lose it the moment I know its coming.



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