Oh, heh. One of my co-workers is going to Haiti in December for an annual mission/work trip with her church. She was explaining to us some confusion going on with her doctor and said loudly, just as one of those classic hushes falls "And I got it all worked out with my doctor and I do have Hepatitis B!"

Of course, she meant that yes, she had previously had the vaccination. But the look on her face.

I think I need to redo my hepB shots. When I got it first, I think I missed the booster. I hope all else is current. A quick review of the cdc indicates this is likely. I still have my little yellow cards!

Oh yeah in all the hubbub with mac today, I had to get a ppd also. Of course, I got mine while calming him down the first time I just held out my arm and never even saw the dr or it coming since I was trying to get mac to make eye contact with me and get some deep breaths.

OK - 9 ebay listings up and 1 amazon. WHEE! 3 toys I was going to list were given to a friend, so I think I only have enough pictures to list 2 more things tonight. I may get these things out of the house before Thanksgiving - that would be shiny.

Happy Birthday Sumi!

Happy birthday, sumi!

I get an IV put in twice a week, so it's good I'm not slightly phobic. I can sit still through all the rooting around for a vein (mine are small and roll and blow) unless they're working in my foot. I twitch compulsively then. Can't stop myself.

All of my veins are really obvious under my skin, it's like a road map.

My tattoo didn't bother me at all. The needle phobia seems to only kick in for hypos with me. That being said, giving blood has never, ever been even the slightest option.

Doctors have, on many occasions, sought to guilt me into giving blood. AB- and all. And I would do, sincerely, if it were possible to do so while out of my senses. I believe the exact words out of my mouth have been, "Put me out and you can have it all."

I tried to remove the only IV shunt I've ever been consciously aware of myself and I had my wisdom teeth...one of them impacted...removed without novocaine.

Yeah, I roll like that.

My very first ever memory of the phobia involved going to the doctor and watching a nurse play with a pen on the counter while waiting for the doc to arrive. I was certain, in my 5 or 6 year old's mind, that she was going to whip the cap off and stab me with a hidden needle.

Bad. Bad mojo.

My veins are a pain. They're tiny, kind of deep, and slip around under the skin. There's one vein in my right arm that's fairly easy, and the best way to get any blood from me is with a pediatric needle, but for some reason they always want to try my left arm first, and will never believe me when I say to use the pediatric needle, until they've tried several times with the adult needle and made a mess. (Sometimes, literal mess. As in, totally missed the vein, hit an artery, blood spurting out mess.)

don't look but not really phobic about needles. DH likes to look. of course, when the did both his hand and foot surgery he wanted to watch that to.

I can sit still through all the rooting around for a vein

I can't help but let out a sympathetic "nnnglrgnlll!" Yikes.

ita, I don't even know what to say after all you've been going through except I wish you no head pain. Ever. Anymore.