As we get older, there are some things you grow out of. An absolute hatred for coffee, for example. Or that phase of loving everything from Abercrombie & Fitch. Or ah-ha! Wearing bows everywhere (unless you're Snooki, of course).
Something I have yet to really grow out of, though? My fear of needles, as I was so wonderfully reminded of Monday at the doctor's office when a numbing needle was heading straight for my underarm and tears instantaneously started streaming down my face. Not just baby tears. Full-on crocodile.
What am I? One old scaredy cat, that's what.
It's hard to explain. I know, I KNOW! It's just a little needle. I am SO much bigger than this eensy silver stick. I also know that whatever is about to go down will only hurt/sting/tingle for a second. But THAT needle is going into MY arm and it makes me uncontrollably nervous with anxiety. I am out of control and I don't like it.
Every single time, I feel like I'm 6 years old again. I'm instantly brought back to one of the many times where I sat wailing in the doctor's office cuddled in my mothers arm's for a solid 20 minutes before she could calm me down enough to let the doctor give me the Mickey Mouse shaped prick. I guess I could just never understand why Mickey wanted to hurt me when, otherwise, he's so damn friendly.
As a brief side note -- have you ever had a bad prick? You know, the kind that makes you black and blue for days? Ugh, I dread them. Personally, I'm not really into being the experimental patient for the new nurse in training. Don't you think I notice you telling her what to do and when to do it?
Sigh. Okay. I feel a bit better getting all this off my chest. Will I ever really get over this? Eh, probably not. You better believe I'm trying, though.
Do you have a fear of needles? Am I crazy? You can be honest.
Image via blakespot/Flickr
This Hot Dad Wants to Do Your Ironing
This Hot Dad Wants to Cook You Dinner
This Hot Dad Cooks AND Does the Dishes
Kanye West is Gay?! 
Comments 13
I had a SEVERE phobia to needles. Until I had my first kidney stone attack. I still hate them, but I know they mean the difference between severe pain and pain relief.
I was a big baby when it came to shots/needles until my son was born - I had preeclampsia and the meds I was on before, during, and after his birth meant they had to monitor my blood numbers every hour or two for several days. By the end of that week, I was definitely over it. I now know where all my good and bad sticks are and can even handle being the training dummy for the new kids.
Up until the day I had my first child. I lost a lot that day--modesty, ability to sneeze without crossing my legs, oh, and my fear of needles.
My real phobias are so silly but I can't shake (no pun intended) them! Aliens and Earthquakes! Since I was little I refuse to watch E.T. And just recently started eating Rieces Pieces.... My husband bounces his foot in the bed at night and if I'm not expecting it my heart will start pounding.... I'm nuts but I admit it lol
Ah yeah you're crazy lol. needles don't bother me at all.
I hate them also.