Ready, steady, pass-out!

So yesterday, I found myself once again in the protective wings of the BC Medical System. I had to go in for a checkup to make sure the lung isn't going to make a comeback like so many cheesy Hollywood villains. You know the scene, right when you're about to deliver that snappy one-liner in front of guests at a formal dinner setting, Baron Von Lung-Puncture smashes through the stained-glass windows and with a curteous bow, steals the show with a verbatim recitation of Les Miserables... or something to that effect. The point is, I just don't want it to come back. That entails a trip to the good Dr.
The problem isn't when your new doctor wants all your details, or wants you to sign a couple of forms, or wants you to ruin your hair by taking your shirt off. No no, the problem is when said doctor requests a blood test - oh yes.
I'm not good with blood tests. I have what some friends affectionately refer to as "lame-ass stupid... guy... that doesn't like blood tests and needles" syndrome. (yes that's the one..)

Anyway, I decided with some consideration, that today I wanted to change that. When I walked into the lab, I walked in with confidence, and a 'who gives a fig' attitude, surely the way to do it.

I sat there as the nurse put the needle in, and didn't wince (much) as she set the first vial of blood on the desk next to me. Or the second. Or the third.
I just kept looking out the window.

When it was done and the nurse took the samples away, I stayed in the chair, holding that little bit of cotton wool & telling myself "Hey now, that wasn't so bad at all was it. Yeah. That was fine, you feel fine, you look fine! Nice one! ... What's this weird feel-"

"JAMES."

"-up James.. Ok.. that's better, sit up, look at me."

I opened my eyes to see two nurses fanning me, not slowly, like sultan-on-a-large-pillow style, more like 'this shmuck just fainted' style - which is rapidly.
Wow.. I've never passed out before. It feels much worse than it looks really. First you're freezing, then you're hot, then you've got pins and needles, then you're thinking you're not going back to work that afternoon, wondering if Lost is coming back in December or January, and what the migration route of the Alaskan moose is.. It's a whirlpool of emotion.

Anyway, half an hour or so of sitting on a chair sipping apple-juice will fix it up. I left the place, got lunch and went home. One day I hope to be rid of this fear of needles. I encourage all of you out there who have passed out (not from alcohol.. there's a special site for that) to tell of your experience/s in the comments. I don't have brownie points, but it'll be darn entertaining anyway!
Anyway, Dave's coming on Monday and I needs to clean up my bedroom, which friends [see above] have affectionately labeled: "Little Dresden".
Peace all!

Jimzip :D