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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Also, needles
I have a massive fear of needles that has become worse over time. The true extent of this fear showed itself last summer.
My girlfriend and I were helping her Dad remove a window from their shed. She and I were inside, he was outside, and a bit of pulling and pushing made the whole thing smash. Alyson, my girlfriend, was wearing sandals and had a huge shard make a four-inch cut along the her foot. There was lots of blood.
Her Mum drove the two of us to the hospital, with Alyson sitting in the front elevating the foot and holding two flaps of skin together so blood didn't go everywhere. We got to triage, waited for half an hour, and saw a very nice female doctor.
I stood holding Alyson's hand as she lay in the hospital bed. We were told that she would need stitches and that first she would be given a pain-killing injection in the wound.
I turned around while the needle went in. I didn't see the needle at all. I tried not to picture the syringe, but I thought about it for a second, while my girlfriend squoze my hand and winced.
I woke up several seconds later on the cold tiled floor of the hospital room. Three women were standing over me, looking amused. I heard my girlfriend say "Is he okay?"
I was told not to get up as I'd just fainted, and I could hear the doctor and my missus were having a good laugh at my expense. When I felt a little better an old nurse walked me to a spare bed where I was given some orange juice and told to rest. My girlfriend, having just finished having seven stitches put in her foot came over and told me that she was ready to go whenever I was ready, but that I shouldn't strain myself.
This was last summer. I'm 28.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 21:25, 2 replies)
I have a massive fear of needles that has become worse over time. The true extent of this fear showed itself last summer.
My girlfriend and I were helping her Dad remove a window from their shed. She and I were inside, he was outside, and a bit of pulling and pushing made the whole thing smash. Alyson, my girlfriend, was wearing sandals and had a huge shard make a four-inch cut along the her foot. There was lots of blood.
Her Mum drove the two of us to the hospital, with Alyson sitting in the front elevating the foot and holding two flaps of skin together so blood didn't go everywhere. We got to triage, waited for half an hour, and saw a very nice female doctor.
I stood holding Alyson's hand as she lay in the hospital bed. We were told that she would need stitches and that first she would be given a pain-killing injection in the wound.
I turned around while the needle went in. I didn't see the needle at all. I tried not to picture the syringe, but I thought about it for a second, while my girlfriend squoze my hand and winced.
I woke up several seconds later on the cold tiled floor of the hospital room. Three women were standing over me, looking amused. I heard my girlfriend say "Is he okay?"
I was told not to get up as I'd just fainted, and I could hear the doctor and my missus were having a good laugh at my expense. When I felt a little better an old nurse walked me to a spare bed where I was given some orange juice and told to rest. My girlfriend, having just finished having seven stitches put in her foot came over and told me that she was ready to go whenever I was ready, but that I shouldn't strain myself.
This was last summer. I'm 28.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 21:25, 2 replies)
Pfffft.
Aaaaw. I've never personally understood a fear of needles.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 21:54, closed)
Aaaaw. I've never personally understood a fear of needles.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 21:54, closed)
*Click*
I've never fainted in my life.
Sometimes I sort of wish that I would, to see what it's like.
Hmm.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:22, closed)
I've never fainted in my life.
Sometimes I sort of wish that I would, to see what it's like.
Hmm.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:22, closed)
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