Facing Fears

The title of this blog was the main theme of the week which I shall tell you more about later. Rather than telling you how my week went, I would show you instead to make things easier both for your eyes and my fingers (seeing as I can only use one hand properly. Only half of my right hand's function has been restored from yesterday's events but yes, more about that later).

So as you may have figured out by now, I attended an IV Therapy training this week. To pass this said training, you would have to insert an actual IV catheter on a partner. In order to understand the essence of this blog post you must know that I have a huge fear of needles - especially IV needles. Ironic since I'm in the medical field, right? I have no qualms on injecting other people; the problem arises when I'm on the receiving end of these said injections.

I was scared shitless would have to be the understatement of the year. I was on edge since Thursday evening I couldn't even wrap my head around the fact that I was going to have my first ever job interview the next morning. If you must know, it went better than I expected it to be. I didn't cry nor did I scream of pain. I did however impede the circulation to my friend's fingers as I gripped his hand too tightly. I also have a tiny red dot on each hand - the one on the right accompanied by a hematoma around it (hence the lack of function of said hand). 

I wouldn't say that I conquered my fear of needles though because it hurt like a bitch.