When I was little I disliked needles, in fact I hated them. Every time I sat in the passenger seat of the car awaiting arrival at the doctor’s surgery I was horrified of what was to come. Even just the scent of the concentrated disinfectant would send a tingle through my spine. The doctor would always say to me that he would give me a Kinder egg if I was a ‘big boy’ and didn’t cry… I never got that Kinder egg. Even the first time that I had my blood pressure taken I nearly ran out of the room afraid of the horrors that would come from it. But then one day the doctor would tell me something that would flip my world upside down.
I had to get my blood taken.