Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Boom. Fainted.


Your body is full of it. Evil people make vows to drink it. Mosquitoes love it.

And me? I have a 100 percent chance of fainting whenever I see it.

Hemophobia is the fear of blood, and I must have an extreme case of it. So of course when my company hosts a wellness screening for its employees, I accidentally put myself in blood’s path.

Knowing my fear, I actually had avoided signing up for the event. Friday rolls around and the event organizer dropped by my office and told me that there’s still availability to sign up. Within one minute of her telling me I was sitting in a chair and a nurse was prepping a needle.

Uh-oh.

They kept reassuring me that it was just a prick to the finger. Yet, as the nurse sat there coaxing the LARGE drop of blood from my finger it was all I could do but nervously squirm as my world closed in.

Boom. Fainted.

I wake up with a dozen pairs of frightened eyes staring at me. I had passed out in my chair, and luckily the nurses had caught me. Still boxed in by the nurses, I slowly regained my senses and took inventory of my surroundings.

They helped cover my wound/prick with a little Band-Aid, and I then went back to work.

I didn’t dare take off the bandage the rest of the day – wouldn’t want another droplet of blood to escape!

4 comments:

Kjirsten Brynn said...

so i guess this would be a good time to mention the multiple blood transfusions i've received...just picturing that...hundreds of thousands of drops of blood...

Jason Alleger said...

Just imagining that makes me want to faint thousands of times

Kels H.M. said...

your wife. is a nurse. thank. goodness.

Stan and Diana said...

Jason...I am laughing...
So sorry...with 12 children I wouldn't have lasted long with your problems. Heheheheheh
Aunt Diana