I am not talking about Dinosaurs here. So all you ‘Jurassic Park’ freaks wait a moment before you start doing the Jig. Not your fault, it does sound like the name for a Dinosaur (I am a Dino freak too). I know, you are googling 'Trypanophobic' right now.
I will let out the secret.….Hubs is scared of needles. I have seen him turn as pale a ghost and become a shadow of his robust self at the sight of a teensy weensy needle approaching in his direction.
Not that I was never afraid of them. As a child, I was terrified each time a Doctor even mentioned ‘injection’.
I was scared of needles till my 10th grade. Each year, our entire school had to take 'cholera shots' (not to have Cholera, but to stop it from invading our body). My school was a All Girls Catholic School. There were no boys, so none of us had to pretend to be brave. The closer the line snaked towards the Doctor’s room, the more agonizing it was. I would have preferred getting my nails ripped off from my hands and toes.
It was not so much about the prick of the needle but the anticipation of the pain. Added to that was the nervous discussion with classmates about how scared all of us were. There were a few who pretended to be brave but on the inside, their guts were mashed to a pulp. The greenish hue on their faces gave them away. Our school had a peculiar way of intimidating the hell out of even the tough eggs. It always felt like walking towards the gallows to get hanged.
(Check out the expression of the Kid who is second in line)
I managed to overcome that fear and now I am least bit scared. I can actually look at the needle, in the eye.
Hubs has not fared so well. He has a physical revulsion to tiny prickly needles entering his skin.
Few years ago, hubs got a cut while shaving, which got infected. The Doc said’ Young Man, you need to get a Tetanus shot’. I had to physically restrain Hubs from turning the doc into Pulp. As if, the Doctor had asked him to blow my brains off.
After much cajoling and pleading. I finally dragged him by the scruff of his neck to take the shot from our family Doctor. I went and spoke to doctor and told him that the patient was quite scared of needles and asked him to be gentle and make it quick and painless.
The doctor ushered us in and asked ‘Where is the Patient?’ I pointed at hubs and the doctor burst out laughing and said ‘I thought, you were talking about your child’.
P.S: I am glad 'hubby' does not write a Blog. All my secrets would have been out by now, tee hee, lucky me.