I had to go in to get blood drawn. I was recommended to do so
as a routine examination since the last time I had blood analyzed was when I
was pregnant. At first I put it off. Then the last few weeks I’ve been feeling
dizzy, tired, and having minor headaches. So I decided it was a good idea to
draw blood and see what’s going on.
UGH
I have THE worst veins for drawing blood. I always have—except
when I was pregnant. The increase blood supply did wonders for my veins and
blood pressure. I always have to lie down, endure much prodding and poking, and
hear over and over how small my veins are, etc. I usually do okay with it, for
I really don’t have a phobia of needles or blood.
But if I let myself, I can psych myself out and start to feel
faint. Of course going in on an empty stomach (because of fasting for it) never
helps. This time I definitely was on the verge of fainting. I felt hot, cold,
tingly, broke out into a cold sweat, and had to inhale deeply and get my mind
on something else.
And I thought about my character Rollie in Book 4 I’m
finishing up. There is a moment at the end when Rollie overhears some shocking
information and reacts by feeling faint. I drew on my past experiences, but now
I was able to double-check my writing as I lay there feeling on the verge of
passing out!
The great literary experts always say “Write what you know!”
Well….
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