Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Needles - Pointy Hurty
A phrase you never want to hear when the visibly out of her depth doctor turns up with a few suspiciously large empty vials/jars is...
"we can't find the duty phlebotomist (vampire) so *twitch* I'll have to do it"
Jesus suffering liquorice-flavoured Christ on a bike.
Jab. Prod. Jabbity Jab Jab. Stab. OW.
To be fair, it wasn't a bad job after all, and surprisingly little of my precious juices joined the clotted blood that charmingly adorned the trolley (not mine, I hasten to add) (luckily I'm not phobic about blood in the slightest)(as long as it's not mine)(enough parentheses).
Ho hum, now an armful lighter, I relax on the trolley, listening to the dement next door begging alternately to be treated or killed. Then she returns.
'Zwipp' Goes the curtain. "Hello Mr Osok" she twitters. Too late. I have seen Concorde's Fucking Nosecone in her hand. "We need to take some fluids from your knee".
Mwaa.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 16:08, 2 replies)
A phrase you never want to hear when the visibly out of her depth doctor turns up with a few suspiciously large empty vials/jars is...
"we can't find the duty phlebotomist (vampire) so *twitch* I'll have to do it"
Jesus suffering liquorice-flavoured Christ on a bike.
Jab. Prod. Jabbity Jab Jab. Stab. OW.
To be fair, it wasn't a bad job after all, and surprisingly little of my precious juices joined the clotted blood that charmingly adorned the trolley (not mine, I hasten to add) (luckily I'm not phobic about blood in the slightest)(as long as it's not mine)(enough parentheses).
Ho hum, now an armful lighter, I relax on the trolley, listening to the dement next door begging alternately to be treated or killed. Then she returns.
'Zwipp' Goes the curtain. "Hello Mr Osok" she twitters. Too late. I have seen Concorde's Fucking Nosecone in her hand. "We need to take some fluids from your knee".
Mwaa.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 16:08, 2 replies)
Needles really pointy hurty
Normal blood samples from a vein. Not a problem, Give me a minute to get me veins up in my arm and help yourself. Just don't expect me to watch.
Arterial blood gas sample....
(I was having an asthma attack at the time)
Now that FUCKING HURTS
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 22:06, closed)
Normal blood samples from a vein. Not a problem, Give me a minute to get me veins up in my arm and help yourself. Just don't expect me to watch.
Arterial blood gas sample....
(I was having an asthma attack at the time)
Now that FUCKING HURTS
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 22:06, closed)
Fantastic
"Jesus suffering liquorice-flavoured Christ on a bike"
I am in awe this. Thank you.
I hate needles so much I once opted for a filling at the dentist without an anasthetic. Boy I learnt my lesson. Needle, please Mister Toothman!
( , Sun 13 Apr 2008, 11:58, closed)
"Jesus suffering liquorice-flavoured Christ on a bike"
I am in awe this. Thank you.
I hate needles so much I once opted for a filling at the dentist without an anasthetic. Boy I learnt my lesson. Needle, please Mister Toothman!
( , Sun 13 Apr 2008, 11:58, closed)
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