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New phobia!

For those of you that know me, you know that I have a lot of weird quirks. For those of you that don’t know me… Let me tell you, I have a lot of weird quirks.

For example – I absolutely detest people who touch me on the neck from behind — especially as a surprise “massage” or as a “what’s up” or ANYTHING like that. It freaks me out like no other. I was seriously mad at a friend of mine for weeks just because he surprised me that way. Yeah — don’t touch my neck if you can help it.

Next, I’m completely terrified of going down stairs. Especially in the dark. Unless I’m in a hurry, I like to hold on to the rail and look at every single step before I get down. It freaks me out! I hate that shit. Once, I was walking down a flight of stairs in a house, and my friend turned off all the lights and I just stood in the middle of the stairs and started to cry. HA! I’m such a freak.

I hate lighting fires. This probably has to do with the fact that I burned my eyelid (still got a scar) with an incense stick at the age of 5 while praying. Ok, somehow kim= no motor skills. I was bowing down and didn’t bow down the incense at the same time. LAME! But, though the wound faded I still hate lighting fires like no other. At least with matches and lighters. I’m ok with those gas? propane? powered thingies that look like little fire guns, where it’s controllable and the fire is well away from my fingers.

So I guess it shouldn’t surprise me — but today I discovered not for the first time that I am absolutely and completely terrified of the sight of blood.

Especially my own.

Today I was at the doctor’s to get a checkup because I’ve been feeling ultra fatigued ever since I got sick. She said it might be the sick, but better take some blood tests to make sure nothing’s wrong with me (cross your fingers for cancer!). Anyhow, so I ended up having to take a blood test, which I haven’t since September.

Last time I had a chatty lady who talked to me for about half an hour before drawing my blood for a ridiculously long period of time and left a bruise the size of a quarter on my inner arm. I was so weak afterwards that i just sat there for like 5 minutes.

For today, I had an old asian guy who told me to sit still and look the other way. Within 1 minute it was over! Somehow he had taken 4 vials from my arm without me even noticing. However, this time along with the shakiness of the experience I ended up turning to see 4 vials of my own blood just laying around on the table next to me.

I thought I was going to scream… or puke.. or a little bit of both.

I really need to be less weak minded. I’m still shaky now and it’s been 45 minutes since the whole ordeal. At least there’s barely a bruise this time. –Is it normal to bruise after getting your blood drawn?

Also, is it normal to be afraid of so many things?

P.S. Lately I’ve been doing a lot of artwork.. Who thinks I should post some up? It’s kind of not my stee-lo to post up actual art not stick figures, but if you’re curious add an “oh kim, you’re such a bunghole” at the end of your comment. Thanks. Toodles!

P.P.S. This was too funny not to post:

hey~ i have a weird phobia too EVERYONE makes fun of me for it… i have a button phobia… I CANT TOUCH THEM!! its so gross to me iono why i dont like how they look n i dont like how they feel ew ew my frend said someday hes gonna collect a buncha buttons and dump them on me while im sleepin…i would have a breakdown… “oh kim you’re such a bunghole” Posted 3/4/2005 at 12:32 PM by acchan_the_turtle – delete – block user