Rosie’s take on… Being really brave
Guys, I have a bit of an announcement.
It’s kind of a big deal.
You might want to sit down.
Okay, so some background info to the topic. Anybody who knows me at all knows that I don’t cope well with needles, and usually whenever a needle is involved (except, oddly enough, when it comes to tattoos) tears are involved, or I do the typical ‘pass-out and throw-up’ in true Rosie fashion.
Well, this morning I had to have a blood test.
A tragedy, I know.
But I put on a brave face and went along to the evil blood-taking lair. (Solo, I might add. My first courageous act of the day was kindly declining the courteous offer extended for someone to come with me.)
So I’m at the vampires headquarters.
I sat on the chair.
The lady prepared the needle.
Stuck it in my arm.
Sucked out the blood.
And I didn’t pass out.
Let me just say that again.
I, Rosie, who has passed out on no less than two separate occasions as a result of a piercing, didn’t pass out when I got a blood test.
Just let that sink in.
I, Rosie, who, on occasion, has been known to pass out simply by standing up too quickly, didn’t pass out when I had actual blood taken from my body.
I didn’t even cry or throw up.
Some lady stuck a needle in my arm, sucked out 3 vials of my valuable life nectar, and I didn’t even flinch.
She finished and stuck the little bandaid on my arm and I was all like “oh, you’ve already done it? Didn’t feel a thing, g.” I swear she could’ve said “oh, I need to start afresh and take a few more vials” and I would’ve be like “no worries doll, just do what you gotta do.”
I feel like I can take on the world.
I have a whole new lease on life.
I am simply phenomenal.
(The little circular bandaid is never coming off doe).