Second Quarter Blogging: Blog #2

    To start High school I had to get some shots, but i had always detested them. They hurt and its creepy, especially when they withdrawal the blood. It stings so bad and leaves bruises on my skin. I straight up hate it and everytime I go to the doctor, that is my fear.
    The day I went to go get my physiscal done in the Murphysboro clinic I was about to start crying and I hadn't even been taken into the room yet. My mom looked at me in disbelief. I was already fourteen -about to be fifteen, and still scared of shots, worse than a four of five year old child. I didn't care, I wasn't about to hide my feelings, I was greatly panicking at the thought of the four shots I was about to get. I kept on shaking my foot, popping my fingers, and swishing aroud the labret stud.
    I had gotten into the habbit of moving my piercing stud front an back. It was very intertaining but I loosened it up very easily all the time, so I was trying to stop that. Although, every once in a while I would catch myself doing it once again. Especially when I was nervous, which was what I was now doing.
    When I walked into the doctors office I didn't even want to listen, I was just thinking about the shots I was going to get. As the nurse stood up and prepared the materials to poke my poor self, I just wanted to push her and run away, but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea. I looked down at my phone and realized I had a text from my best friend T.J. he seemed to be in a good  mood. I replied to his mesage by telling him about the way I felt for the shots. As I texted my eyes filled up with tears and my eyesight got blurry -I was crying. When my buddy, T.j. texted back he had a very good question for me, and it said,
    "Kari, how did you get a piercing if you are so scared of needles and things like that going in your skin? Also, insn't the piercing more painful than the little shot?"
    Okay, I pretty much felt stupid. He was more than right, I had never thought of that before. Then POW, the needle was in, I looked at the nurse and asked her if she thought it would hurt a lot. By the time she said a little the needle was out. It felt less than a little pinch to me. I couldn't believe how foolish I had been all this time, worring myself and majorly freaking out for that!
    My tears and emotions for shots where insignificant in fact, but I had now atleast lost the fear for needles... Or maybe I had since before, without even knowing.