Having blood drawn is no fun.Â Period.Â Especially not when you’re someone like me, who faints easily.Â (What’s “easily,” you ask?Â 1) When I got my ears pierced at age thirteen; 2) During the movie “Of Mice and Men,” when the guy breaks the other guy’s hand; 3) During the movie “The Piano,” when the woman has her finger cut off; etc.Â Oh, there are so many stories ….)
So I always ask to lie down when I have blood drawn.Â Why risk it, right?Â But even being horizontal on a nice cot doesn’tÂ remove the dread that I feel.
But the other day, as I was lying thereÂ looking deliberately at the wall instead of at the vials that were filling up with my blood, I got the idea to pray the “Hail Mary.”Â And it was so soothing.Â I got into the rhythm of the prayer and it made me relax, just a little.Â Â It made me think of something — and someone — warm, and positive, and bigger than my fear.
I’m going to remember that for next time.
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