I have many fears such as snakes, bugs, germs and emergency rooms.  Emergency rooms are filled with germs, people bleeding, or someone throwing up.  It makes me nervous, lightheaded and irritable when I have to go.

My first fear;

I was getting out of a car and the door knocked me forward and I cut my eyelid on the door frame.  I was probably about 19 at the time.  I had never had a broken bone or stitches and felt faint at the thought of looking at the cut.  I ended up at the emergency room and was nervous with each question they asked and I quickly answered.  Then they ask “When was your last monthly?”  I looked at the nurse and said “I’m not bleeding there I am bleeding here.”  And pointed to my eye.  I nervously asked question after question.  I couldn’t stop talking.  Asking them what they are doing, will it leave a scar, how many stitches do I need, how long will it take, who will stitch it up, don’t let me see a needle or blood.  The doctor asked me to please stop talking and he will hurry and get it done.  The doctor looked about 30 and after he was done he said there you go you only needed 4 stitches and you can look at it over in the mirror.  I looked in the mirror and see a Charlie Brown band-aid on my eye.  I said to the doctor “Charlie Brown?” and he said “Yes, that is what I put on all the babies.”

My second episode;

Mark and I were dating and we were at the river for the weekend.  We were going to make a nice dinner and he wanted to shower beforehand.  (This is what I get for trying to cook!)  I thought I would cut up the onion while he was showering.  My first slice and it went right in my finger.  I quickly squeezed my hand together and saw a little blood and was about to faint.  I managed to make it to the bathroom and I say calming crying “Ummm Mark I cut my finger”.  He quickly gets out and says let me see and I couldn’t open my hand.  I thought for sure if I open my hand my finger would fall to the floor.  He said I can’t see if you need stitches if you don’t open your hand.  So here I sit on the toilet trying to open my hand and thinking we are in the boonies and Doctor Billy Bob is not giving me stitches.  I didn’t need stitches but I think I kept my hand closed for a month. 

Monday’s episode:

Mark took me to the emergency because of a really bad cold.  As I sit in a daze answering all their questions like your name, when is your date of birth, your address, your insurance, how tall are you, and then I hear “How much do you weigh?” I said “I’m sorry?” She asked again and as I looked at Mark and then back at her and said “I didn’t hear you.”  She asked again louder and I said “You shouldn’t ask that question in front of someone’s husband.”

When I got home I dug out my yoga and pilates Dvd’s for when I have the energy and will not go to another emergency room unless they drag me.