5 Nurses and My Mommy.....

On my way to have blood work done. UGH! I know I shouldn’t be such a baby about it. Seriously – I’ve told enough kids that they better straighten up because it’s just a little prick and if they suck it up and be strong I will by them an ice cream. That’s how it’s done, right? When they diagnosed my son Ben with diabetes, it took 5 nurses and me to hold him down because they had so much blood work to do. 10 years old he was. Strong F’n 10 year old is all I’m saying. Screaming at the top of his lungs for mommy to please make it stop. I remember that moment like it was yesterday and it still takes my breath away. So I wonder what they would do if I walked into the St. Elizabeth lab in Union and told them that I was there to get my blood work done, could they please round up 6 nurses to hold me down because I did not bring my mother. If I scream for mommy to make it stop would they think less of me? I absolutely HATE having to have blood drawn. I will never be a good candidate for a Hoxworth’s Blood Drive. Five nurses and my mother will not come with me. I’m sure of it.