Taking inspiration from the prompt list, in specific number 21, I'm writing about my biggest childhood fear. Needles. My worst fear as a child, which has in fact followed me, and likely become a phobia. I know now that sometimes you need a shot or blood taken, but I still panic when the time comes to have such things done.
I think this fear traces back to one day when I was about 6 or 7. I was sick and the doctor sent me for blood work. My parents and I went straight back to his office, and were sent for more blood work. We repeated this cycle a few more times that day, even seeing him after he should have closed. Did I mention the nurses didn't even try to make the situation any easier? You might be wondering why I needed my blood checked so many times. Well my white blood cell count was to high. At the end of the day I'd gotten x-rays and found out I had pneumonia and an infection, which made my white blood cell count go up. After the doctor told my parents that, since my white blood cell count was to high, he had called a leukemia specialist.
That was certainly an interesting day. Then I needed to stay in the hospital, with an IV, because of the pneumonia. By the end of the day I was terrified just by the sight of a needle. In fact when I found out the hospital needed to take more blood when I was admitted, I tried to run. Though I didn't make it very far. Apparently my hair worked as a good leash back then. A week later I was released from that prison they called a hospital, fully recovered, and with a phobia of needles. Which I'm sure my doctor appreciates.
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