Also known as, "Are you sure you
are 22?"
Why yes, nurse , I am 22, I am just
terrified of needles. It's actually rather interesting to watch, or
to think about. This Monday, I had to get an immunization shot. Why
does that matter?
Well, I am more terrified of needles
than is strictly healthy. Mentally, I know that is doesn't hurt, not
really. I've hurt myself more stubbing my toes, skinning my knees,
doing pretty much everything else out there. It doesn't hurt long,
maybe all of one second. There's no real side effect, it doesn't
hurt, and doesn't cause any sort of trauma at all.
And yet the very picture of a needles
causes nausea for me.
However, holding on tight to a second
nurses hands ( I am a bit of a wimp) I took the shot like...okay more
like an 8 year old than an adult. Afterward, came the really fun
event. I can take the shot, but after?
Well, I had a panic attack.
I could not explain to you why I am
afraid of a needle. But I do know that letting such a minor thing
affect me is not right. So I don't. Yes, I will have the panic
attack after, and that's okay. It's a part of being scared. But
will this stop me from getting future immunizations, or future shots?
No.
I am scared of needles, but I do not
cower from them.
There's a difference.
I know last week I went on about fear,
but I think it's important to understand that there are lots of
different kinds of fears out there. I talked about the fear of
others last week. Of how that fear, that ignorant fear, could affect
people who were innocent. My friend suffers due to fearful
neighbors, who do not understand.
But that is not the only sort of fear
out there. It comes in so many forms that sometimes we don't even
realize that.
I am scared of needles.
But I will take my shots, face that
fear, and be better for it.
That is the important thing. Facing
what would stop you. Whether you are scared of being home alone, of
being the the dark, or needles, or of the next door neighbor's weird
speaking in another language, you cannot let this stop you from
living your daily life.
The best part? You don't even have to
be brave to face your fears. I don't consider myself brave to be
sure. Just stubborn. I'm too stubborn to let shots stop me. I'm
too stubborn to let much of anything stop me, to be honest. It's a
bit of a failing, but it's one I don't mind so much, if it means I
can get the job done.
So face that scary monster n the
closet. I suggest a long stick, a stuffed bear, a flashlight, and
determination. Those gremlins under the bed? Stomp on their wee
little fingers, so they can't grab on? And that needle in the nurses
hand?
Well, close your eyes, take a deep
breath, and stay still. It'll be over in just a second.
One Final Byte: What the deuce is
bravery, if not stubborness?
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