Needles

I HATE them! I really do.

I have signed up to volunteer at Cedars Sinai. Already did the interview. Already did the orientation. Today was the true test for me regarding the sincerity of my decision. I had to go get a TB test and have some blood drawn. Not cool at all. I try to be tough and pretend like I don't even notice what is going on but it doesn't always work. When she poked me for the TB test I was hoping that it was almost over and then she said, "I can't seem to make this work." Oh great....so it hasn't even started yet.....I will have to hold my breath a little longer. You will be glad to know that I survived.

Then I had to go down the hall to the lab to have the blood drawn. They made me sign in on a little card with a number on it. I sat for a while before they called my name. I was so eager to get it over with....but they were just calling my name to say that I should have kept the card with my name on it instead of leaving it at the counter, so I picked it up and sat down again. Then they called my number to say that I should have left the card at the window, so I left it at the window and sat down again.

When I finally had my turn and sat in chair #4, I warned the nurse that the needles, blood, etc freaks me out. Generally mentioning something like this makes them nicer and gentler. I think this guy decided to give me something to be scared of! I don't want to talk about it anymore....hopefully it the experience will fade in my memory very quickly!

But tattoo needles don't bother me at all....try to make sense of that.....