
Just stay still and keep calm
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:27,
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That and needles.
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:28,
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I really hate it when you get wasps in your needles. So difficult to remove...
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:30,
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No, sorry, can't do it.
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:33,
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I had a load of travel shots at a BA travel clinic, and I warned the nurse about my phobia.
She said 'Oh, you'll be fine', stuck me with a fucking javelin, whereupon I keeled over, projectile vomiting all over her.
I think I proved my point.
;-)
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:38,
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She said 'Oh, you'll be fine', stuck me with a fucking javelin, whereupon I keeled over, projectile vomiting all over her.
I think I proved my point.
;-)

They have a hard job finding my veins, as they are down to deep. So when I have to have blood taken, it usually takes about 10 minutes and about 5 different needles or a trip to Pathology at the local hospital. Oh and they try getting blood from the back of my hand, which is worse then in the arm.
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:41,
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I had a Spinal Tap.
6 People required to hold me down. I hit one of the nurses (reflex, not intentionally) so hard I knocked her over. Eeeek!
No, I don't like needles.
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:45,
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6 People required to hold me down. I hit one of the nurses (reflex, not intentionally) so hard I knocked her over. Eeeek!
No, I don't like needles.

I am on the black list at my local surgery, when I go to have the blood taken, I get "Oh, you. Lets see if we can get it first time' They never do, I feel quite happy that they don't :)
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:48,
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Speaking of nightmares dreams, I was having one of those 'bizaarely back at school despite any form of rational logic' dreams including dull stuff like ducking out of classes and hiding from teachers which suddenly turned into a zombie survival horror fighting off evil african tribal statues and a 7 foot tall man in a white rabbit costume who could kill with a touch.
Weirder was the fact that it wasn't like a normal zombie survival horror when you'd be walking around the school and trying to fend them off, it all happened in the pottery room and there were people outside smiling who we couldn't warn through the flimsy locked plywood door.
Why do all my dreams seem to end with me stabbing people in the face?
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Mon 6 Apr 2009, 16:33,
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Weirder was the fact that it wasn't like a normal zombie survival horror when you'd be walking around the school and trying to fend them off, it all happened in the pottery room and there were people outside smiling who we couldn't warn through the flimsy locked plywood door.
Why do all my dreams seem to end with me stabbing people in the face?