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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chocolate chip muffin
Like many (particularly blokes) I’m not keen on needles. I was fine as a nipper having vaccinations at school and stuff and I’m not particularly squeamish...
Mrs spimf and I were trying for a baby (we scored in the end he's nearly 2 now and a wee belter) but we had to have a few hospital appointments to get there, one morning we're in the car heading to the hospital and mrs spimf stops at a service station and comes out with a chocolate muffin.
"Here eat this,” she says
I didn’t really feel like eating a muffin right then and was also slightly bemused at her request.
"I’m alright thanks I’m not hungry right now"
"No eat the muffin, you need to eat something"
"Err, I just told you I don’t want the bloody muffin"
"Eat the muffin"
"I don’t want the FUCKING MUFFIN"
"JUST EAT THE FUCKING MUFFIN"
"No"
"You need to eat it, your having a blood test this morning and the nurse says if your blood sugar is low it might affect the results"
Silence
You know that moment in movies when they move the camera away from the subject whilst simultaneously zooming in (yes that’s how they do that 'moment of shock realisation' thing)...
Immediately I felt sick - my stomach dropped through the floor and my mouth went dry.
"What blood test - why didn't you tell me!" I squeaked
Mrs spimf then calmly told me that she had spoken to the nurse and explained my fear of needles. The nurse who had obviously experienced this before advised her not to tell me I was having blood taken, apparently when you get really scared or uptight about something your veins kind of shrink back a bit and it can be a bit of a bugger to get a needle in, which obviously just makes things worse for wimps like me. But my reluctance to 'JUST EAT THE FUCKING MUFFIN' had forced by beloved to blow her cover.
I sat pale and quiet for the rest of the journey
When we got there my usual cheery banter was notably missing. When we got into the nurses little room I started to feel even worse. The nurse was decent about it but we still ended up with me - a burly 36 year old Glaswegian, on a gurney, curled up in the foetal position, fists teeth and rectum clenched tighter than a fat birds shoe - mrs spimf holding my hand with me not so much shaking but almost convulsing with a fear I have never known before.
Of course I only felt a slight prick in the end.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 14:01, 3 replies)
Like many (particularly blokes) I’m not keen on needles. I was fine as a nipper having vaccinations at school and stuff and I’m not particularly squeamish...
Mrs spimf and I were trying for a baby (we scored in the end he's nearly 2 now and a wee belter) but we had to have a few hospital appointments to get there, one morning we're in the car heading to the hospital and mrs spimf stops at a service station and comes out with a chocolate muffin.
"Here eat this,” she says
I didn’t really feel like eating a muffin right then and was also slightly bemused at her request.
"I’m alright thanks I’m not hungry right now"
"No eat the muffin, you need to eat something"
"Err, I just told you I don’t want the bloody muffin"
"Eat the muffin"
"I don’t want the FUCKING MUFFIN"
"JUST EAT THE FUCKING MUFFIN"
"No"
"You need to eat it, your having a blood test this morning and the nurse says if your blood sugar is low it might affect the results"
Silence
You know that moment in movies when they move the camera away from the subject whilst simultaneously zooming in (yes that’s how they do that 'moment of shock realisation' thing)...
Immediately I felt sick - my stomach dropped through the floor and my mouth went dry.
"What blood test - why didn't you tell me!" I squeaked
Mrs spimf then calmly told me that she had spoken to the nurse and explained my fear of needles. The nurse who had obviously experienced this before advised her not to tell me I was having blood taken, apparently when you get really scared or uptight about something your veins kind of shrink back a bit and it can be a bit of a bugger to get a needle in, which obviously just makes things worse for wimps like me. But my reluctance to 'JUST EAT THE FUCKING MUFFIN' had forced by beloved to blow her cover.
I sat pale and quiet for the rest of the journey
When we got there my usual cheery banter was notably missing. When we got into the nurses little room I started to feel even worse. The nurse was decent about it but we still ended up with me - a burly 36 year old Glaswegian, on a gurney, curled up in the foetal position, fists teeth and rectum clenched tighter than a fat birds shoe - mrs spimf holding my hand with me not so much shaking but almost convulsing with a fear I have never known before.
Of course I only felt a slight prick in the end.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 14:01, 3 replies)
osick
ah i see you are from the far east (edinborin)
you know what they say...
more fun at a glesga chibbin than an edinburgh weddin
aye
( , Sat 12 Apr 2008, 0:43, closed)
ah i see you are from the far east (edinborin)
you know what they say...
more fun at a glesga chibbin than an edinburgh weddin
aye
( , Sat 12 Apr 2008, 0:43, closed)
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