That does it! Im calling the computer comapany!

XD My ChromeBook: Your monitor is not supported by the system..... Me: WHAT THE?!?!?! WHAT MONITOR!?!?!? WHAT SYSTEM?!?!?!

I had to get blood drawn. I have small veins and thick blood then large veins and thin blood. And these doctors were like vampires, they always went for the same vein, same puncture area, and it was always the same lady. They filled up four vials before I lost feeling to my arm b/c the gauze was tight enough to cut your limbs off with a hug. They stopped, gave me a stuffy cockatoo and some crackers, and sent me on my way. Then they lost the vials and I had to go in again. AND THEN I had to go in AGAIN for another set of four vials for my ALLERGY TESTS. So in the span of four weeks they drew twelve vials of blood, and I got a cockatoo, dolphin, and kiwi bird stuffy. I gave my bro the kiwi cause to smelt weird. Then the same year I had to get teeth pulled. They were two canines with way too long roots, and one was curved into a shepherd's hook. The laughing gas didn't work on me and the anesthetic only numbed my lips, not my gums. SO I FELT THE GUY TUGGING THE SHEPHERD HOOK ROOTED TOOTH OUT. I swear I was screaming bloody murder and giving the guy anxiety, it took two hours to subdue me and get the tooth out. Then I stepped on glass when I was eight and it went right into the middle of my foot, deep enough for stitches. When the doc. checked it for glass fragments, amazingly none were in the wound. But then decided against stitches b/c it would make it harder for me to walk. So he gave me butterfly bandaids. And now I have a scar on the bottom of my right foot, a scar on the inside of my elbow, and a deep hatred for needles and dentists.

Wow. All I can say is wow.

In August of 2017 I had to get a chain on one of my teeth (I have braces) because it needed to be pulled down, it wasn't coming down naturally, and I was sitting in the chair for like 2 hours before they even started prep for surgery. When they did prep me they snapped a mask and started pumping the amnesia, it did not work. I was there looking around and asking, "What is this supposed to do, I can breath fine." They just looked at me, looked at each other, nodded and left. I was now freaking out because I thought something was wrong. Then the nurse was like, this will only pinch a bit, it only felt like someone with long nails pinching my gums, luckily. So anyways they did the surgery and I couldn't each real food for about a month. So only yogurt, italian ice, ice cream, and other soft foods. I had gotten about 4 shots of novocaine. Then I had my appointment to get my flu shot and tetnus shot. They did the flu shot in my left arm, and the tetnus in my right. I am right handed so I was writing messily because of the pain and got points off in school. Then I had prolonged bleeding, which isn't normal, and had to get my blood drawn, 10 tubes, the lady wouldn't shut up, I was crying from nerves, and my fear of shots, some little kid was screaming because they were trying to get their blood. Oh man, that day was so awful, this in December by the way. Anyways they put the needle in, the smallest one possible, it wasn't as bad as a shot, but it hurt. I then watched them fill up the tubes with blood, blood does not make me queasy. I then left. She I took a shower and the bandage fell off, I hadn't even bled through a layer of gauze, but whatever.



Also, when I was 10, so 2016, I had the BIGGEST fear of needles, my fear has gone down a bit, I still hate them though. Anyways, I was due for a flu shot. Yay. We were sitting there and when the nurse came in and said I was first, I had my little sister with me, I immediately started crying and screaming, I was now perched on the window sill. She came close to me and I jumped off my dad tried to hold me but failed, I was screaming and crying even harder, and I accidentally let the nurse corner me. So she picked me up, I'm pretty light, and put me on the table and tried to hold me down. So my dad threatened to take away sleepovers for the rest of the year. So I stayed still but was still screaming and crying. She gave it to me and after that she said, "Worst child ever sir," to my father. On her way out I tripped her. I am proud of myself.

I was a huge baby then and was still when I was six, so here is another story.


I don't know the exact details, except for I was at my old doctors office, it was 2012, and I was a cute little innocent child, or so I seemed. They took me back and something on a test showed up wrongish and I had to get a finger prick. They took me in and as soon as I saw the finger prick I screamed and cried. I was doing the alligator death roll to get away, they ended up taking everyone who worked there and my parents to hold me down. So I am just gonna assume I was a strong child.





I still hate needles. And doctors. And dentists.

Wooooow. Wow.


Well, my really short story that isnt scary or anything:

This year I went in to get my flu shot and some other shot, I dont know its name. They told me I literally did not have enough muscle in my arm for them to do it there, but I had to sit up and freaking watch them put shots in my leg for some reason. Like, why do I have to watch? Something about muscle tensing or something? I dont even know.

Oooh. That would make me uncomfortable

The shots didnt hurt, just... watching them slide into my skin... *shudders*

Shudders than winces. SHOTS HURT

It was so crazily awkward. XDQ