I see a cardiologist every 6 months and I have to get blood tested each time. When they draw the blood I just look the other way. I hate the sight of a hypodermic.
The funny thing is sometimes I barely feel a thing and other times it really hurts. It all depends on how skilled the person is doing it.
I see a cardiologist every 6 months and I have to get blood tested each time. When they draw the blood I just look the other way. I hate the sight of a hypodermic.
The funny thing is sometimes I barely feel a thing and other times it really hurts. It all depends on how skilled the person is doing it.
I don't mind needles as I can look away so it's done before you realise, but then recently I had to give my wife injections for a week after an op and it's the weirdest thing to do for the first time like you have to get past the idea that you're pushing a needle through skin. By the end of the week it was just another thing, but I don't think I could ever inject myself though still.
I don't mind needles as I can look away so it's done before you realise, but then recently I had to give my wife injections for a week after an op and it's the weirdest thing to do for the first time like you have to get past the idea that you're pushing a needle through skin. By the end of the week it was just another thing, but I don't think I could ever inject myself though still.
They don't work on me, I still feel everything. I'm not complaining though. My dentist is a pretty young girl. She once had difficulty extracting a split tooth and had to climb on top of me. That didn't work so she asked her even younger, prettier assistant to climb on top of me as well and help pull. In order to get the right angle the latter had to shove her crotch in my face. It was like something out of a W.C. Fields movie, but in reverse. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
They don't work on me, I still feel everything. I'm not complaining though. My dentist is a pretty young girl. She once had difficulty extracting a split tooth and had to climb on top of me. That didn't work so she asked her even younger, prettier assistant to climb on top of me as well and help pull. In order to get the right angle the latter had to shove her crotch in my face. It was like something out of a W.C. Fields movie, but in reverse. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.