I have fear of needles and I’m not ashamed to tell it. It started when I was bit by a dog when I was in second or third grade and I had to endure 5 injection shots.
Not so long ago, I was diagnosed of having dengue fever and it was detected because my platelet count was low.
I was not hospitalized however and was suggested to take a few week’s rest. I was prescribed to drink a lot of water (at least 3 liters of water everyday). The first few days of water therapy was tough since I had to dilute hydrite (a re-hydrating powder) to the water I was drinking and this causes the water to change its taste.
Anyway, during the week I was resting I was also asked to visit the clinic everyday to get blood samples from me, i.e. injecting needles on my arm to check and ensure my platelet level was increasing. Once my platelet level drop down by less than 100, it will be critical and I would have to be confined in a hospital. My platelet count almost dropped down to the critical level when it reached 101 during my second or third day of having complete blood count (CBC).
I endured all that, having my arm pricked by needle. Sometimes the nurse who will do the pricking of my arm is good that the pain won’t hurt that much but sometimes the nurse ain’t that good. I am really scared of the thought of the needle penetrating my skin and poking my nerves (sometimes my bones). Yes, I can feel that happening.
I have conquered my fear of dogs and flying cockroaches but I haven’t triumphed over my fear of needles especially because of the idea that there are different nurses with varying skills in doing the arm-pricking thing.