As Seen Through Lois' Eyes
by Rachel M. (Scardno007@aol.com)
Part 6

I've always had a phobia towards needles. I absolutely hate them. I've always thought that the cause of that would be because I was a preemie, and you know those doctors, they stick tons of needles in premature babies. I still have the thin wrists and arms of a preemie, but I always hated them, because when I was an adolescent, I had extra gut. So I figured if I were to have extra gut, I should have bigger arms, but that never happened. But, thank God, I got rid of that gut by the time I was a sophomore in high school. I also hate taking medicine. Liquid medicine is the most disgusting stuff I've ever tasted. The chewable tablets are okay, but they only make those for kids, and if ones for adults ever come along, they'll probably be the wrong kind I need. And the pills one swallows make me gag. There were even these tiny round things that my mom used to give me along with ice cream (I had terrible allergies as a kid), but those were even worse. I remember I threw up all over Mother once when she forced those pills down my throat. I don't know why, but I would guess I was making a mountain out of a molehill, therefore making one tiny pill seem like a 10-inch diameter rock. But it was my hatred of needles that started my babbling. There was a time in my life where I took the most exciting trip I've ever been on to South Africa (It was for Daddy's job). But with the malaria and hepatitis and all other sorts of diseases, I had to start taking medicine about two weeks before we left and have a series of shots. To ease the pain, I would talk. Constantly. The nurse probably wanted to slap me while I babbled away in her face. I had to have a blood test or something like that summer after sixth grade, I believe, and the nurse told me to talk about something I did over the summer to take my mind off the pain. That was probably one of the few times in my life I was speechless. She asked me a bunch of questions, but my answers were usually one-word, because as I watched all that blood from my body fill into that gigantic container, I was mesmerized. I could've sworn I lost a quarter of my total amount of blood.
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Well, there's Part 6...(are you sensing a pattern here? )
-Rachel :)