I just talked to my mom on the phone. We were talking about my last blog post, and my mom told me I was brave for even considering dealing with the needles myself. Then she reminded me how I used to deal with needles when I was I kid:
When I was little I had to get blood drawn every once and a while for my original autoimmune problem (hypothyroid disease). My mom said I used to hide in the closet when she tried to take me to the doctor. Then, when she finally got me there, I would call the nurse a vampire and tell them that they only got one bite!
So, yeah, I guess I've made some progress since then.
When I was little I had to get blood drawn every once and a while for my original autoimmune problem (hypothyroid disease). My mom said I used to hide in the closet when she tried to take me to the doctor. Then, when she finally got me there, I would call the nurse a vampire and tell them that they only got one bite!
So, yeah, I guess I've made some progress since then.
2 comments:
hahahahahaha that's hilarious
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