Unfiltered Story #186237
(I’m at a regular checkup, but because I’d gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time, I needed blood work done to test for diabetes or a thyroid problem. I have a debilitating anxiety about injections of any kind, even vaccines, and because I have Asperger’s Syndrome, I can’t always deal with stress the same way most people can. This is about 5-10 minutes after my appointment was expected to end, and I’d been sobbing and carrying on for a long time.)
Nurse: “You’ll be fine, sweetie. It’s a very small needle. I’m sure you’ll barely feel it!”
Me: “I DON’T CARE, I DON’T WANNA BE ANYWHERE NEAR IT!”
Nurse: “You can look away from the needle.” *gives me a foam stress toy* “Here, you can squeeze on this if it helps.”
Me: “That’s not gonna help, I’ll end up looking at it anyway!”
Nurse: “I see…how about I give you a little while longer to calm down, then we’ll get this over with.”
(She takes off the tourniquet, and I take some deep breaths and look at my mom, who has nothing to say but gives me a sympathetic look and gently pats my leg before pulling out her phone. Suddenly, I have an idea.)
Me: “I think I know what might help.” *to the nurse* “Do you have anything I could cover my eyes with?”
Nurse: “Hmm…I might have something. Let me go check.” *leaves the room*
Me: *as the nurse walks out* “Thanks.” *to my mom* “Can I see your phone?”
Mom: “Okay. Let me finish up.” *taps a few things before passing me the phone*
Nurse: “I’m back.” *passes me a folded hostpital gown* “This was the best I could find. We need to do this now.”
(Within about a minute, I was ready. With the gown pressed firmly over my eyes and the phone placed next to my ear with a video of kittens meowing at full volume, we finally got the procedure over with–and now I know what to do next time I have to get poked with a needle!)