It was literally the worst feeling I've ever felt. But I'll get there later.
So I got to the doctor's, which was about an hour away from my home, my bed, my...life... And well, I had to endure an hour wait of filling paperwork and acting like I was signing my life and soul away to the devil and listening to this bitchy old lady yell at a Hispanic man for farting (We all know it was you, you old whore).
Finally I'm let in. I sit there for 20 minutes, this nurse finally came, gave me a ES...something I forget. It has something to do with the heart and sticking things on my boobs apparently. So thats all done blah blah.
Oh ********. She has to bring out THE NEEDLE. Ew oh my god. I hate needles. Just the sight of it makes me start breathing fast and I feel sick. She jabs it in my right hand "Oh. Nothing's coming."
OH ********! Not like last time!
She grabs my left hand...JAB. "Oh. This hand too." By that time, I'm nearly to the point of hyperventilation. She leaves the room and unfortunately, my mum has to do her insane calming physical therapy thingie.
Course, the doctor comes in finally. She begins listing everything thats wrong with me, not like I don't know. She sits me down and brings out a "baby" needle. Those ******** hurt more, DAMMIT. DAMMMMIT.
She sticks in in my left hand and I'm trying to resort to a "happy place", which at the moment, was a My Chemical Romance concert. I'm fine but since its the smaller needle, its taking longer. And let me remind you;
SMALLER NEEDLES X LONGER TIME IN SKIN= ********!
ALEX X NEEDLES(of any size)= FEARANXIETYPOSSIBLEDEATH
So I'm spinning on the inside. I remember saying repeatedly "I'm going to faint, I'm going to faint.." And apparently, I did. I woke up, no idea where I was.
Fainting...Its like experiencing death...Or at least my version...Like a sleep one can never wake from...
So I wake up like "WTF?" And the doctors doing some acupuncture thing thats suppose to rush the blood to my head. I keep telling her that it hurts but she wont stop.
I wish I had a picture. They told me I was milk-white :]
So now I have to get another bloodtest...joy oh joy...I hope I die or something during it...I hate needles..
But my mum brought me to a yummy Malaysian restaurant and then we raided an asian grocery store so I have pocky to share with my lovely friends! And I raped like every asian person I saw >.>
And I got my mum to buy me an iTunes gift card! $50! But I paid for half of it >.> Too bad it only has 12 cents left on it...*sigh*
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I've never liked needles either. I remember when I was little I used to hide under the chairs in the room..when I see that the lady has brought in the tray of needles...
And then they try and coach me out with candy..it eventually worked..and I cried..and cried..literally shaking at times.
Oh my..and waiting in the waiting room, listening to the cries of the other children..It was horrible..
awwe. Iloveyou! We should make them go boom one of these days. :]