Flynn Taggart Mentally degenerating since 1981!

The Medical Vampire

I had the distinct pleasure of having blood drawn today. This is one of those activities with which I have a poor history and it's due mostly to my body's repeated attempts to pass out during the procedure. I'm not even sure why this happens. I don't have an aversion to blood, nor do I cringe at the sight of a needle, yet when I see a needle pierce my arm, I get lightheaded. It's one of those unpleasant feelings that I don't want to experience on a regular basis, so I tend to avoid injections and blood drives unless they're necessary.

I guess it all boils down to the concept of blood being syphoned from my veins. Deep down, my subconscious knows that blood is meant to be kept inside the body. Historically, the loss of blood usually signifies impending death, so I attribute my feelings to the lessons of evolution. Thankfully, I'm not one of those people that refuses medical treatment if it involves needles. Logic wins out on a regular basis and I realize that continued health relies on a regimen of vaccines and blood tests. When it's needed, I'm always willing to oblige. The trick is to not see the needle and, thankfully, most medical professionals are very understanding.

And in case you're wondering, my blood work went fine today. Didn't see the needle, didn't pass out, and the nurse/technician that drew the blood was an absolute ace. I barely even felt it.