TSJMajesty
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We gave blood my senior year of HS, and they first drew from my ear into this really tiny tube (can't remember what that was for), and she dropped it on the floor where it broke. It was only a very small amount of blood, but I looked at it, and passed right out.I would have bailed out. I can’t do needles. Last time I had blood taken I had to have my ex-wife come hold my hand and I’m not even joking, nor do I give a shit how unmanly that makes me. I get so weak in the knees I can barely stand. It’s not even the sight of blood or anything, it’s the damn needle piercing my skin and entering a vein that freaks me the f out.
So to this day, I just look away when they need to poke me. Been fine ever since.