I've just been posting a comment on Bionic Pony's blog about feeling light-headed today before my blood tests and my fear of blood – my own blood, that is! Yes, despite the fact that I cope with needles just fine, the thought of my own blood is a problem for me.
It all started in high school when I had the brilliant idea to donate blood. A friend decided to come along, and as we waited, she started getting really nervous. I was like, "It'll be fine!" But when we got in, they got about a 1/2 pint out of me when I started feeling faint, and they had to stop. Meanwhile my friend was absolutely fine – go figure!
Now, every time I see my blood (note I say "my" not "somebody else's"!) my brain starts screaming, "Emergency, emergency!"
I've been known to feel faint when I get a nosebleed. It's something I hate about myself. It feels so, well, weak and illogical. I mean, I know I'm not going to die when I get a nosebleed. But somehow, some primeval part of my brain isn't convinced of that fact.
And I am OK with other people's blood (so egotistical, no? haha!). Although I've never been around masses of blood, I have been at five births (my two nieces, nephew and the two kids of a friend), and seen various nosebleeds, minor cuts, etc.
What to do, what to do?
P.S. Actually, despite my comment on Bionic Pony's blog, blood tests usually aren't a problem for me; I just look away. But today I was just feeling particularly hard done by: Yesterday I had a dentist appointment to prepare a tooth for a crown. And while there wasn't any pain involved (the tooth in question has no nerves), it was exhausting (I ask myself, How can lying in a dentist's chair for four hours be exhausting? But it was – I was wiped by the end). And, so, today, I was just fed up with being poked at and prodded, was feeling sorry for myself, and my brain started getting the better of me. Mind over matter, I swear, mind over matter – in this case, to my detriment.