As part of a check-up, I have to get a blood test. I'm not exactly sanguine about the idea. I dislike needles, especially the long ones that resemble harpoons.
It is always the same procedure. I sit in a chair, pretending to be fine when in fact I'm gripped by visions of having an artery punctured. Given my imagination, I see resulting TV headline: Phlebotomist drowns in patient's blood.
Of course, it's only a question of mind over matter. I'll just show up, get a snappy poke in the arm and wonder what on earth I was worried about.
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