My director of our program wants me to get blood test as well due to the circumstances and for those who know me well. Well, I'm scurred. I have memories from my childhood of my mother and father holding down my body on the medical table while they poke me with needles. it was pretty much a wrestling match when it came to shots. I am going to admit I cry almost everytime I get shots and I am going to say proudly/ embrassingly that this last may 2008 was the first time I was poked and did not cry. You wanna know why? There were two event that led to my bravery. The first event was in the summer of 2007 and I had to get a shot in my shoulder in order to work in the food buisness(zaba's-the job from heck). I think it was hepatitis A shot. Anyways, I got the shot and although it didn't hurt that bad I cried as always. It's a mental thing: I work myself up before the shot, then i go into the room to get the shot, I see the needle, I watch the needle go into my skin, then eyes start to water, tears flow, I get faint...etc etc. Back to the story. I walked outside to where my sister was picking me up and hopped into the car. I looked back and my nephew saw my tears and so did everyone else. I decided I really needed to pull myself together when I saw my 9 year old nephew laughing at me because he didn't even cry when he got shots. The second event happen right before my knee surgery when I had to give a blood sample for some pre surgury thing. Having been one of the first times I had been poke since the hep A shot I once again I worked my self up. But my mother came and knocked some sense into me and gave me a smack down on how I need to BUCK up. So from then on I learned to not look and take a deep breath. Although I still do feel faint, I still can manage with out crying. And let me just add that I was poked for an IV like 5 times this last semester when I had ovarian cyst and still didn't cry.
Anyways I will reveal the results of my test to you in a later blog. I really hope I don't have mono. and I guess if I do, it will show up in 4 to 6 weeks or it will lay dorment in my body and i will probably give it to the next boy I kiss.... haha
2 comments:
The friend's water bottle, huh? Good cover for that rendez-vous with the handsome frenchman. Really, though, I hope you're okay and don't have to cut your experience short. (Because then Jennie won't be able to go pick you up, and we all know how we'll hear about that!) [Totally kidding, Jennie, if you actually read this comment . . . and if you did I'm way impressed you read the blog AND the comments!]
In terms of medical bravery, how about the camera shoved up your bootie this summer - does that qualify? And we coxs only humiliate to make you stronger - did it work?
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