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Well, the time has come. There is no reason and no interference of any type to create an excuse as to why I must cancel or postpone this appointment. I proceeded on to the anteroom of the local hospital and sat down on the only chair available. The waiting room was a germaphobe's nightmare. People were coughing and sneezing on each other. Some even looked like they were on the verge of throwing up. And here I was, ready to cry over a flu shot. God, I hate my trypanophobia. "Erica?", the nurse said, barely audible over all the hacking and gagging. I stood up. "Here!", I respond. The nurse smiled and motioned at me to follow. She led me to an open doorframe, with inside the basic set up of a white hospital room. I sat down on the bed, the exam table paper crunching loudly under my weight. The nurse nodded and politely told me to wait for the needles to be bought in. I smiled back at her, but the intrapersonal train of thoughts that I was having was making it incredibly hard to do so. After a solid five minutes of waiting, my heart lurched at the sight of the nurse walking in with a familiar tray. On it was the core of all my nightmares. A needle. I could feel my pulse pick up as she softly spread the disinfectant on my arm. All day I have been mentally preparing myself for this very moment, and I refuse to let myself break down in tears as I have for the last 15 years. The nurse picked up the needle as if it was not the spawn of everything unholy and I clamp my eyes as hard as I could and jerk my head to the opposite direction. I sat there, long are waiting for the pain to do come
"Alrighty! All done!". What. I popped my eyes back open to the nurse running her hands under the sink. I felt my face burning up a bit. I shyly walked out of the room and out of the hospital to make my way to my car. When I sat down in the driver seat, I leaned back in my chair to rethink my entire life. Maybe the all-powerful God himself saw me struggling in a desperate time of need and saved me from possible searing pain. Maybe I have a secret fairy godmother that cares about me and made the needle disappear for just a split second. Or maybe I'm just a little bit over-dramatic.

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Well, the time has come. There is no reason and no interference of any type to create an excuse as to why I must cancel or postpone this appointment. I proceeded on to the anteroom of the local hospital and sat down on the only chair available. The waiting room was a germaphobe's nightmare. People were coughing and sneezing on each other. Some even looked like they were on the verge of throwing up. And here I was, ready to cry over a flu shot. God, I hate my trypanophobia. "Erica?", the nurse said, barely audible over all the hacking and gagging. I stood up. "Here!", I respond. The nurse smiled and motioned at me to follow. She led me to an open doorframe, with inside the basic set up of a white hospital room. I sat down on the bed, the exam table paper crunching loudly under my weight. The nurse nodded and politely told me to wait for the needles to be bought in. I smiled back at her, but the intrapersonal train of thoughts that I was having was making it incredibly hard to do so. After a solid five minutes of waiting, my heart lurched at the sight of the nurse walking in with a familiar tray. On it was the core of all my nightmares. A needle. I could feel my pulse pick up as she softly spread the disinfectant on my arm. All day I have been mentally preparing myself for this very moment, and I refuse to let myself break down in tears as I have for the last 15 years. The nurse picked up the needle as if it was not the spawn of everything unholy and I clamp my eyes as hard as I could and jerk my head to the opposite direction. I sat there, long are waiting for the pain to do come
"Alrighty! All done!". What. I popped my eyes back open to the nurse running her hands under the sink. I felt my face burning up a bit. I shyly walked out of the room and out of the hospital to make my way to my car. When I sat down in the driver seat, I leaned back in my chair to rethink my entire life. Maybe the all-powerful God himself saw me struggling in a desperate time of need and saved me from possible searing pain. Maybe I have a secret fairy godmother that cares about me and made the needle disappear for just a split second. Or maybe I'm just a little bit over-dramatic.