Guys, a monumental thing happened in my life last Friday.
I went to see a GI specialist with my mom. She has been going with me to all my appointments to have another pair of ears and use her pushy skills to make sure we're doing the right thing here.
Well anyway, the doctor wanted to run blood work to test for who knows what. So we were sent across the street to the hospital to see my favorite person in the hospital- the phelbotomist (I'm being sarcastic. I hate needles. Read my last post here which talks about the extent of my hate).
So my mom and I are sitting in the waiting room. We'd been there for about 5 minutes (this is after being at the other office for like 3 hours) and my mom decided to go to the bathroom. I kid you not, 30 seconds after she left, this guy with mad scientist hair called me back so he could stab me in the arm and suck my blood out.
Without my mom.
I was about to tell him I needed to wait for my mom, but then I realized the past 2 times I've dealt with needles I've been ok. So what did I do? I braved the needles with just me and the crazy haired man.
And I was ok.
I didn't cry or freak out at all. I was totally calm through the whole thing.
I guess practice makes perfect, eh?
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