This is SO me. Or better, that WAS me.

I dread going to doctors due to my fear of needles. Before 2007, my last injection was a local anesthetic for a few stitches on my finger. The guy had to give me two shots, both of which hit the bone.

AAAAARGH!

I was fourteen.

In 2007 I was thirty-two and I had to get blood drawn for the course of a physical therapy to lose weight.

This time my tormentor was female and - while a good doctor - a terrible shot-giver/Injectionist... bad with the needles.

She didn't find any vein in my arms or on the top of the hands, so she rammed that thing into my thumb's muscle (literally, first wasn't deep enough, so she had to push harder - I almost drove my fist through the concrete wall).

Well, so much for my nightmares who got even worse, then.

Fast-forward to four weeks after the therapy. I had to go to my GP for checking the blood again.

That's when I did my Sheldon's Gramp routine.

I told the nurse who was doing the blood works about my last bloody experience and she said she'd be terrified, too, after that
experience.

Then I felt the cold of the needle and looked away. Fifteen seconds later I was about to go "C'mon, do it already"... when she was placing the first vial of my blood on the table.

Not a single sting.

I almost sang her praises.

And, guess what? The needle came back out just as smooth.

So, now I'm actually fine with this needles-penetrating-my-precious-skin-stuff!