Pipe dreams...

For a while, I thought I wanted to be a nurse.  I loved the idea of learning anything health/ body/ disease related and felt like I spent enough time researching those things anyway, I might as well make money do so (hello, hypochondriac obsessions!).

That is, until I realized I fainted, or came close to fainting, any time I saw or even thought about blood.

About ten years ago we got Mora, our chocolate Lab, spade.  The vet came out to discuss the procedure he'd just performed to Chris and I, and quickly I realized I had to remove myself from the conversation.  I slipped outside, apparently fainted, and when I came to again, there were several nurses, the veterinarian himself, and Chris hovering over me, fanning me with papers.  "Could she be pregnant?" they asked.  Nope.  Just heard mention of blood and stitches.

Fast forward to when James had his tonsils and adenoids removed.  In the waiting room, I insisted the doctor place James on my lap after the procedure.  Until I was pale as a ghost and about to faint.  The doctor quickly removed James, gave him over to Chris, and had to help me after I passed out.  I was so angry with myself!

I wanted to hold him!!!  

And let's not forget when Henry had the same procedure performed and yet again, I insisted the doctor give him to me while he was groggy and recovering.  Not five minutes later, I had to give him to Chris.  Just the THOUGHT of what had occurred in that operating room was enough to make me completely light-headed and sick to my stomach.  I absolutely hate this about myself but there is so little I can do about it.

Yet again!!!  :(

Fast forward to last night when I accidentally cut my thumb… badly.  I'm quite certain I could have used stitches but with Chris gone and five boys playing upstairs and basketball practice looming, I screamed and made Henry come help me.  Of course the slice was on my right hand which made opening bandages near impossible.  Thankfully Dr. Henry wanted to help and did a great job doing so.

Last night I was able to keep it together but this morning?  When I had to take off the old bandage and apply a new one?  I could feel myself getting sweaty and light-headed and knew what was about to happen.  I was going to faint!  I had to sit down on the cold floor and drink water.  It took a few minutes of deep breathing, but when I felt normal again I quickly applied a new bandage and tried to forget what I'd just seen.

I think it's safe to say there will never be an R or N after my name!!