The white wad of courage
17 May
I used to be deathly afraid of needles. As a child, the offchance that I MIGHT get a shot would send me into nervous fits. As an adult, the fear persisted. When I had the pre-marital blood test that NJ required back in 1997 (and that they eliminated later that year, naturally) I shook and shook in anticipation.
Darn, my desk is junky.
Then I did the craziest thing. I started giving blood.
If you HATE needles giving blood has to be the biggest way to get over it. (or pass out and die, whichever) First there’s the painful finger-pricky thing to test your iron. Then there are the tubes and bags and tape and you get to lie down for 20+ minute WITH IT ALL IN YOU. And watch other people get stuck the same way.
I’ve been giving blood for about 9 years now.
So today I sauntered into my local LabCorp for round 2 of Thyroid-related blood tests and I didn’t even flinch.
That wee cotton ball, that white wad of courage means “Hey, World! I got stuck today and I didn’t think twice about it!”
Sometimes I’m think I’m a Rock Star. Then I start to cry because I have to rip that tape off and…ow!!!!
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Weight: 163. I stopped trying for a few weeks, and it shows. The weight’s been hovering between 162/163 since Easter. I’m back on track today though. I’m so close to getting under 160, but unfortunately I’m CONTENT with how I am now. That’s never a good thing. Maybe I need to try a swimsuit on.
Dream: I had a dream that I was on Dancing with the Stars and was paired with Maksim. We were dancing a Latin hip-shaking dance (I think a samba) and I got to grab his ass.
It was a fine ass. It was a good dream.
