In class today, I drew blood. Not my own, from a dog. He’s name is Sysco and I drew blood into a syringe from his cephalic vein, without passing out! I wasn’t even nauseous, well maybe a little. I guess forcing myself to watch it being done all these months really paid off.
In case it isn’t obvious to those who haven’t been following, I’ve always had a thing about needles and getting shots. The thought of being at the other end of the needle seemed so far off, until now.
Just think, if I can handle this maybe I can handle other scary things, like giving blood. Whoa! One thing at a time. For now I’m glad, maybe I really am ready for anything.
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