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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I have just realised
that there are quite a few little phobias I have. Mostly they are all quite generic though.
I have a weird thing about getting blood taken. I'm fine with needles in general and having injections is unpleasant but not too traumatic. But take even a teaspoonful of blood from me and I go down like a sack of tatties.
About ten years ago, I had to have several weeks off work with what I thought was bronchitis. A few months later, my cousin cracked 2 ribs while coughing and the doctor diagnosed whooping cough.... well, putting two and two together, for curiosities sake the doctor decided to take a blood smaple and see if I had also had whooping cough, although now it had cleared.
He took it and proceeded to wave the little bottle of blood around in front of my eyes, going on about results and tests and I noticed his voice was..... distant.
I walked out through the waiting room, which was quite busy, across the gravel outside the surgery (crunchcrunchcrunch, crunchcrunchcrunch.... hmmm.... why it it echoing?) got to my car to find my right hand wouldn't work. Tried to open the door with my left hand, but midway through my attempt, something cracked me very sharply on the side of my head. The pavement.
I groaned and struggled to my feet, and as I did so I heard a faint voice. My eyes were all blurred so all I could make out was some blonde hair coming towards me..... "Wow!" thinks I, "That's lucky!" I thought it was my then wife. If anyone else had found me, how embarrassing would that have bee.... oh bugger, it isn't her.
She helped me to a wall where I sat down, but I point blank refused to go back into the packed waiting room and be embarrased in front of everyone. At first, she thought I was pissed, which didn't help, and it wasn't until about a minute later when I regained the power of speech that I managed to say "took..... blood...."
Fortunately, my cousin was passing in his car and stopped to help, so I managed to get a lift home.
Hot sweet tea. Oh the shame!
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 17:09, Reply)
that there are quite a few little phobias I have. Mostly they are all quite generic though.
I have a weird thing about getting blood taken. I'm fine with needles in general and having injections is unpleasant but not too traumatic. But take even a teaspoonful of blood from me and I go down like a sack of tatties.
About ten years ago, I had to have several weeks off work with what I thought was bronchitis. A few months later, my cousin cracked 2 ribs while coughing and the doctor diagnosed whooping cough.... well, putting two and two together, for curiosities sake the doctor decided to take a blood smaple and see if I had also had whooping cough, although now it had cleared.
He took it and proceeded to wave the little bottle of blood around in front of my eyes, going on about results and tests and I noticed his voice was..... distant.
I walked out through the waiting room, which was quite busy, across the gravel outside the surgery (crunchcrunchcrunch, crunchcrunchcrunch.... hmmm.... why it it echoing?) got to my car to find my right hand wouldn't work. Tried to open the door with my left hand, but midway through my attempt, something cracked me very sharply on the side of my head. The pavement.
I groaned and struggled to my feet, and as I did so I heard a faint voice. My eyes were all blurred so all I could make out was some blonde hair coming towards me..... "Wow!" thinks I, "That's lucky!" I thought it was my then wife. If anyone else had found me, how embarrassing would that have bee.... oh bugger, it isn't her.
She helped me to a wall where I sat down, but I point blank refused to go back into the packed waiting room and be embarrased in front of everyone. At first, she thought I was pissed, which didn't help, and it wasn't until about a minute later when I regained the power of speech that I managed to say "took..... blood...."
Fortunately, my cousin was passing in his car and stopped to help, so I managed to get a lift home.
Hot sweet tea. Oh the shame!
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 17:09, Reply)
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