I do not understand why needles are, such, a powerful emotional trigger, for me. The mere sight of one, can generate, for me, a very powerful fight or flight response. As I begin to experience an overpowering panic attack. The reason, I am asking, this question is, because I am, a pre-Insulin diabetic, and the thought of having to inject myself, horrifies me.
I know, as a child, I have undergone multiple operations, which two of them, were, a life or death situation, for me. A near electrocution, when I was four, and a cancer scare, at 16.
Over the years, I have experienced a few memories, which pop out at me, in the way that I have reacted to a medical staff, trying to stick a needle, into my body. The first one, occurred in 1984, when I was hospitalized (I can’t remember, why), it took seven nurses, to hold me down, before they were able to do, the needed blood work, to check my hydration levels. The other time occurred, in 2011, when a nurse, at my doctor’s office, tried to give me, a booster shot for the Pneumococcal Vaccine. She made the cardinal mistake, of announcing that she was about to plunge the needle, into my upper arm, when I turned around, and saw the long needle, coming towards me.
Not sure, if it was, my leaping of the chair, and moving towards the fourth floor window, or she saw, how huge my eyes had gotten, in reaction, to the needle. But, she postponed the needle, for another time, stabbing me, when I had my eyes closed and unannounced. Don’t even want to talk about my quarterly blood work; I need to have done, to check my liver and kidney functioning level. Best to say, that chair has several new indentations, which didn’t exist before.
I know, as a child, I have undergone multiple operations, which two of them, were, a life or death situation, for me. A near electrocution, when I was four, and a cancer scare, at 16.
Over the years, I have experienced a few memories, which pop out at me, in the way that I have reacted to a medical staff, trying to stick a needle, into my body. The first one, occurred in 1984, when I was hospitalized (I can’t remember, why), it took seven nurses, to hold me down, before they were able to do, the needed blood work, to check my hydration levels. The other time occurred, in 2011, when a nurse, at my doctor’s office, tried to give me, a booster shot for the Pneumococcal Vaccine. She made the cardinal mistake, of announcing that she was about to plunge the needle, into my upper arm, when I turned around, and saw the long needle, coming towards me.
Not sure, if it was, my leaping of the chair, and moving towards the fourth floor window, or she saw, how huge my eyes had gotten, in reaction, to the needle. But, she postponed the needle, for another time, stabbing me, when I had my eyes closed and unannounced. Don’t even want to talk about my quarterly blood work; I need to have done, to check my liver and kidney functioning level. Best to say, that chair has several new indentations, which didn’t exist before.