So when you get to a certain age, you can count on a blood test a minimum of once a year. Theoretically no big deal, but if you get squeamish like me, ugh!!
I had the loveliest phlebotomist today, a gentle soul who had a light touch. Therefore, there was really no pain when she inserted the needle.
Why then do I still get lightheaded during the process? Is it anxiety or fear? What goes through my mind that makes my heart race and my palms sweat? The answer: Who knows? Some of us just don’t like to get our blood drawn.
So I can count on a near fainting spell once a year until the medical community comes up with a viable alternative to that dam needle…
(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)