I really don’t like needles. Not at all. Not one bit. When I get a shot I get lightheaded. The tattoo artist who gave me my one tattoo had to pause several times to lift my legs up so I didn’t pass out. Yup, I’m that guy!
The last time I had to get an IV there was a disclaimer I gave to the anesthetist and the nurse taking care of me was something along these lines. “Here’s what’s going to happen when you stab me with that needle. I’m going to get very lightheaded. My blood pressure is going to crash. I’m to just about pass out. Within 15-30 seconds I’ll be fine.” They both chuckled a little and it was clear they didn’t quite believe me. The look on their faces when the monitor started screaming when they stuck the needle in was priceless!
Yes, when it comes to needles I am not fan.
Today? I am very grateful for a shot in the arm. Seeing as my BMI is too high I was contacted by my healthcare provider as being eligible for the vaccine. After confirming that this was correct and not in error I immediately signed up for the COVID vaccine. This morning Becky and I both got our first doses – how awesome is that?
I know that it doesn’t immediately fix things and that the world isn’t suddenly back to where it was 13 months ago. I’m thankful for being one small step closer to that reality. Knowing that we’re moving forward is something that has me smiling from ear to ear.
Whoever would’ve thought that the dude who really dislikes needles would be grateful for a shot? 😉