For my entire adult life I’ve been saying that I don’t like needles. It’s a pretty common fear I think, but recently I’ve been wondering how relevant it is.
Going back through my history, I had blood drawn a week ago without issue. The pinprick was nothing a grown man should even acknowledge.
About 6 weeks ago I had my binary tattoo applied, and for those of you that are ink-free, I will explain the process. A needle goes in an out of your body between 250 and 500 times per second. They start with a small needle and trace an outline, then the artist moves to a bigger needle for a heavier outline, and finally the pattern is coloured with the largest of the three needles. I think it feels like a razor blade is being slowly pulled through your flesh, but I’m also melodramatic (and want the girls to think I’m tough).
Last year most of the team at The Frontier Group took a flu vacination. I knew I’d need to set an example, and even though I was a bit worried, I honestly didn’t feel the needle enter my arm.
Even further back is a few trips to the dentist, where I’ve had several injections. It reminds me of this really good Chattanooga dentist at Tennessee. Anyway, my close friend Emma, even with her skill and ability as a tooth fixer, can’t overcome my apparent mutation. According to her I have an unusual cluster of nerves in my bottom jaw. I had to learn more about this anomaly myself then – I’m an X-man (OK, I gave myself this title). This means that if she needs to numb me up she uses a few different needles and a few different anasthetics, and even then it’s the laughing gas that works best. More importantly though, none of the needles she gives me are really any concern.
And then we have the stitches I received in my head when I cut it open on the guttering as we hung decorations for our engagement party. The anesthetic the doctor gave me was supposed to sting, but I didn’t flinch. Maybe it was no problem because my mum was with me. If she was holding my hand, it was because she needed comfort, honest.
I guess my question is, how much evidence do I need before I reassess the situation and realise that in fact, I’m not scared of needles anymore? What else am I looking at with my life, and saying “that’s how I felt yesterday, so that’s how I will feel today”?
What do you take for granted, because that’s just how it is, even though you’re facing a mountain of recent evidence that suggests the opposite?