So, I seem to have a LOT of fears. No idea if it’s because of my anxiety or not, I just know they exist, and some you might understand, others you might not.

I have a terrible fear of heights, well, if there’s nothing keeping me from the edge of whatever I’m on, like a fence, or glass.

I have a severe case of arachnophobia, mostly spiders. I don’t mind scorpions, though I sure as hell don’t want those coming anywhere near me either. Safety reasons more than what I have with spiders, those things just freak me out, sometimes to the point where I’m hyperventilating, physically shaking, and sometimes even crying.

I have a few others, but the one I’m talking about today is a fear of sharp objects. Sharp knives, and the like. The main POINT (bad joke I know) of this is needles. I’m just utterly terrified of them.

I have a low pain tolerance already, very low possibly. And I haven’t had a shot in years, so my fear of needles seems to have just increased to ridiculous levels in that time. Then, for my doctor, I had to get some bloodwork done in order to make sure everything was healthy.

Now, I already hate needles, so I wasn’t happy to be at the blood lab in the first damn place, but when I was called in, it got worse.

I sat down in the chair, and waited for the nurse to come. Well, good news, I had a really nice nurse drawing my blood. She was so sweet, something that can be hard to find in the medical field nowadays.

Anyway, when she brought out that needle, I just outright started bawling like a baby. I was so freaked out by that needle. Some of you might laugh at me and tell me to grow some balls, but no, you weren’t there. You have no right to tell me that.

Side rant: I hate it when people act like they’re better than you when it comes to fears. If you admit that, yeah, you were scared, they scoff, puff out their chest like a damn puffer fish, and tell you that you need to grow some balls, or call you names, or just flat out make fun of you for it. Let’s see YOU go through it then! See how fucking brave you are afterwards! Oh, but guess what, they won’t do it. Yeah, if I have to grow some balls, then so do you. It’s a whole “pot calling the kettle black” ordeal. It’s so stupid.

Anyway, thankfully the nurse was able to help me calm down enough to get the job done, and afterwards, I got some ice cream! Sounds like the child got a lollipop for that visit. Technically, yeah. I mean hell, unless you’re lactose intolerant, or just don’t like ice cream in general, who’s going to turn it down? Also, it made me feel even better.