Finally Done It!
Well people, I finally did it. I went to the doctor. Yes, it had finally come to that....I needed to know what is wrong with me. Many of you are thinking that you already KNOW what is wrong with me....I would probably not disagree with what you are thinking. LOL But, I went to get some answers for all this arthritis and joint pain/ swelling/stiffness that I have had since JULY! Yes, July. Yes, It is December. Yes, I know that I waited a long time to go...but I am the girl that will wait it out until it is gone....and it doesn't matter how long that will take.
I finally just couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of not being able to open my own bottle of vanilla coffee in the morning. Tired of not being able to turn door knobs. Tired of not being able to put my feet in my shoes. Tired of not being able to blow dry my hair....ok, yeah, I didn't blow dry my hair BEFORE this started, but I am using it as an excuse anyways...lol.
I have been afraid that they were going to need to take blood....and I was completely right. They needed to. I have this SERIOUS case of anxiety of needles. I don't know why.I don't think that anything happened as a child....but I do remember feeling this same way AS a child....so it is nothing new. I would rather have the flu than the flu shot. Yes, I am a nut case.....but I am a nut case that doesn't care what you think about it. :)
To make a long story short....crossing your fingers and promising Jesus to not say or even THINK cuss words didn't work. They still needed my blood. I even tried calling on the name of Edward Cullen (he's my boyfriend from Twilight), but since he is a vampire, and I am even more lovely than Bella Swan, once he tasted my blood, he said that he wouldn't be able to stop....so my safest bet was the needle. Well, considering that I am a big girl...I was pretty sure that I could handle it now at the ripe old age of 29. NEWS FLASH......not the case. So 3 nurses and 45 minutes later (there was a lot of crying, hyperventilating, snot, tears, apologizing, involuntary body shaking, more crying, did I mention 3 nurses to try to hold me still....) I BARELY walked out alive...LITERALLY....I had to sit down for a bit because I was going to pass out....they even told me that I looked pale. I tried to assure them that I just haven't tanned in quite awhile...they said it was a different pale...like I was gonna hit the floor pale. LOL.
Anyways....I was finally able to leave....and they are gonna send me a bill for the lab work.....gee thanks...you give me a panic attack, take my blood, and then you are gonna send ME a bill in the mail? Oh boy....I don't even want to know how much THAT will be. In fact, I don't think that I even want to know WHAT is wrong with me....ignorance is bliss. Bliss=no needle and no diagnosis which = no pills to take and no giant bill from the lab.
What, don't believe me? Well check out the gruesome photo below.....you can CLEARLY see where they stabbed me and maimed me for life.....
I finally just couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of not being able to open my own bottle of vanilla coffee in the morning. Tired of not being able to turn door knobs. Tired of not being able to put my feet in my shoes. Tired of not being able to blow dry my hair....ok, yeah, I didn't blow dry my hair BEFORE this started, but I am using it as an excuse anyways...lol.
I have been afraid that they were going to need to take blood....and I was completely right. They needed to. I have this SERIOUS case of anxiety of needles. I don't know why.I don't think that anything happened as a child....but I do remember feeling this same way AS a child....so it is nothing new. I would rather have the flu than the flu shot. Yes, I am a nut case.....but I am a nut case that doesn't care what you think about it. :)
To make a long story short....crossing your fingers and promising Jesus to not say or even THINK cuss words didn't work. They still needed my blood. I even tried calling on the name of Edward Cullen (he's my boyfriend from Twilight), but since he is a vampire, and I am even more lovely than Bella Swan, once he tasted my blood, he said that he wouldn't be able to stop....so my safest bet was the needle. Well, considering that I am a big girl...I was pretty sure that I could handle it now at the ripe old age of 29. NEWS FLASH......not the case. So 3 nurses and 45 minutes later (there was a lot of crying, hyperventilating, snot, tears, apologizing, involuntary body shaking, more crying, did I mention 3 nurses to try to hold me still....) I BARELY walked out alive...LITERALLY....I had to sit down for a bit because I was going to pass out....they even told me that I looked pale. I tried to assure them that I just haven't tanned in quite awhile...they said it was a different pale...like I was gonna hit the floor pale. LOL.
Anyways....I was finally able to leave....and they are gonna send me a bill for the lab work.....gee thanks...you give me a panic attack, take my blood, and then you are gonna send ME a bill in the mail? Oh boy....I don't even want to know how much THAT will be. In fact, I don't think that I even want to know WHAT is wrong with me....ignorance is bliss. Bliss=no needle and no diagnosis which = no pills to take and no giant bill from the lab.
What, don't believe me? Well check out the gruesome photo below.....you can CLEARLY see where they stabbed me and maimed me for life.....
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GASP! YOU POOR THING!! I HATE NEEDLES TOO!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you went and I hope you can get some help. I love you and I can't stand to think of you in pain. Love, Aunt Cheryl
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