Big girl pants

I am not the greatest when it comes to things like medicine, surgery, needles, blood, etc. Unless it is on TV or has nothing to do with the above mentioned things coming near me. I have given blood once and cried... Tried again and pretty much passed out so that I wasn't able to donate. That sucked too because they had already poked me and the blood was a-flowin.

Today I had to put my big girl pants on though and go get some blood drawn for work. My colleagues had sufficiently freaked me out, not knowing that I am a bit squeamish and already was panicky. One person... "Oh it was awful! They took like 2 pints! " Another relayed to me that she saw 2 people pass out...

It did not bode well for me. I scheduled my appt. for early this morning so I could get it over with. I brought my shuffle and listed to some relaxing tunes to help distract me. And luckily the lady there was okay with my craziness... I couldn't even look that woman in the eye when I knew we were about to begin! And you know what?

It was over before I knew it. I might have been distracted by the fact that a hardcore running not relaxing song came on my shuffle and I was more focused on changing the song.

I know it may seem like I am a big baby. But I am uber proud of me and me big girl pants today. I don't want to do it again, but I definitely made it out to be worse than it was.

I am bummed I didn't get a fun band-aid...


Even Chloe thinks that is ridiculous.

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