Thought my scary summer was over? It had only just begun.
After reading my last post, you may have assumed that I am a bit of a wimp and if you did- you're right. As well as being a little bit scared of rollercoasters, I am absolutely petrified of needles and injections. So having a blood test isn't my cup of tea. I'd never had to have a blood test in the past, but if the injections we'd had to have at school were anything to go by, it was going to be painful.
On the way to The Devils Kitchen (aka. the hospital) I started to ask my mum if a blood test is painful. As my mum began to describe it in more detail than I had hoped, I could feel myself slowly tensing up. My back first, so I was curling forward, then my arms began to contract until I looked... like a turtle. All at the mere thought of a blood test.
After waiting an excruciatingly long amount of time- ok it was 15 minutes or so- for my ticket number, a computer generated voice slowly read out my number. It was time, to face, the needle. I hesitated a glance through the curtain and had the urge to run out. The woman I had to see had bright purple hair. I have nothing against people with bright purple hair (infact I quite liked her hair) but I was rather hoping for a jolly old lady who would have a natter about the summer holidays, than a woman who resembled a tattoo artist more than a nurse.
Saying that I sat down on the chair, every single inch of my body filled with fear. It's strange what fear can do to you. In my case it made me sit down and babble to my mom and the nurse about how scared I was of what was about to happen. I went through apparently the normal procedure of a blood test; having to clench my fist as tight as I can whilst she squeezed the life out of my arm with the 'tightening thing,' as I liked to call it. As soon as my eyelids shut, I felt the sharp needle jab into my arm.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Oh god, oh god, oh god,' was all I could bring myself to say as my mum, brother and the nurse chuckled at my pain (see the link to my last post?!) A few seconds later, the pain began to go down and stupidly, I thought that the blood test was over. Overwhelmed by a sense of relief, I opened my eyes, ever so slightly moved my arm and 'Ow, ow, ow, ow.' The blood test wasn't over. It had barely started.
I continued with the 'ows' and 'oh gods' until at long last, the blood test was over. I was free! Making my escape, I bolted out of The Devils Kitchen, relieved that I had made it out alive. I may have curled up like a turtle, over used the words 'ow' and 'oh god,' and had a dead arm, but my blood test was finally over. And so was my scary summer.