…and to be honest, I hate blood tests. My first was when I was suspected of having dengue fever sometime during high school and it totally freaked me out. Like, the crying kind of freaked me out. I think my crying traumatised me more than the test itself.
My second was insisted upon by my mother because I was some 20 years old and didn’t even know my own blood type. I do now.
My third was when I was applying for Australian permanent residency and had to do a medical. I was perfectly outwardly calm because I was a married, fully-grown woman and freaking out would have been rather embarassing to say the least.
Tomorrow will be my fourth. I’m doing it because I know I should make a habit of it, along with regular medical/gynaelogical checkups. Ugh.
will be over in less than a minute really.