Medical items do not scare me, but the typical smell of hospitals, and the awful atmosphere inside hospitals. If being seriously ill and being a bit older, and chnaces are 50:50 that a stay in hosital would save my life, I am not sure that i would not prefer life quality over life quantity. even more so when in during practice time in psychiatry I have seen how awfully bad life can be. some people do everything to stay alive as long as possible, no matter the cost. tragic fools, i then think of some of them.

However, during elementary schools, I was terribly afraid of vaccination pistols. I once blocked the school for three hopurs because escaped from standing in line, raising quite some terror, ran away, and forced them to search for me on three floors and in the cellars, and calling my mother. the thing snapped so loudly, like an air pistol, and that noise scared me to death. I hate loud noise until today, and since always.

I was born three months premeture and had to have blood taken from me regularly for months after my birth. I also had plenty of needles when I went back in to hospital at 18 months, 7 years and 14 years old. I may not have a memory of the early neddles but I still have the same reaction to them... I hate them!!!:stare:

I must be a madman though, I give blood regularly, but just look away when they insert the needle. The fact they are good with needle sticks helps as well. If you get a bad one, it's like they're drilling for oil!:doh:

Agreed. Was in the hospital for my third go around with severe pnuemonia 3 years ago [2005]. Got woke up at 2 am for some "tests". Was taken in a gurny thing into the basement of the hospital. Man it smelled like a sewer and worse.

They stuck me in this thing [machine] that looked like a big over sized Dunkins Donut. Machine was harmless but they shot me up with a pint or quart of iodine so they could monitor what was wrong. Came real close of heaving my guts out.

What got me "sick" is the prior patient of the room DID what I was planning on and no one cleaned it up. Guess you have to wait to 8 am for the workers to clean up the puke? ;)

Yep, worst possible place to get shots.

When I was younger I once gave blood. The needle went in, and I started squeezing the rubber thing they give you to help the blood flow. After a while the pain was intense. I called over the nurse and said "I hate to be a crybaby, but is it supposed to hurt like this?"

She looked and suddenly said "STOP SQUEEZING!"

The bag, after two minutes or so, had less than an ounce of blood in it. It seems the needle had slipped through the vein and into the muscle. I had a big yellow bruise from my elbow to my shoulder that lasted more than a month.

No, I don't like needles.

Wow, guess I've been lucky so far. In general, never had anything more serious then a fever. The blood they took today and the upcoming echo will probably only reveal that I'm constipated (hurts like hell when I lie down though, pain shooting through my whole right flank?!). But I'm kinda young, coming up on 25, so who knows what the future holds in store.

The two times I was in hospital before was for that vacination and for a circumcision (my "gross" story);

Also one of my first memories, sometime after that vacination, no more then 6 months. It wasn't because of a religious thing, but improper hygiene (as far as I remember, blame my mom, I do :rotfl: ). After taking a bath, the foreskin wouldn't go back in the uh... "covered" position. So a doctor gets called in, guy walks in to the bathroom and takes a look. He decides that first he should try to force it back. I do remember screaming in pain, but not the pain itself, guess that got blocked out of my memory somewere along the way. After that, I was having none of it anymore. :nope:

I remember seeing the hospital from the car as we were driving up to the parking, and then there's a gap until the struggle that took place when they placed me on a bed, before carting me of to the O.R. I fought them with all I had in me, must have taken at least 2 people to keep me pinned down to that bed. And then we arrived in the O.R., and they had to move me from the cart to the operating table. The cart had metal railings, which gave me an excellent grip to hold on to. When they finally pried my hands loose and forced me down on the table, they had to keep me pinned until they could get the mask for the anesthetic on and wait for it to take effect.

Next, I remember coming too in the recovery room, and then a fragment after they had moved me to another room: A nurse walks up to me with a thermometer. My mom always put the thing in my armpit (she's a nurse as well), so when she explained she wanted to stick it where the sun don't shine I just yelled "No!" and dug in, ready for another fight. My reputation must have preceded me, because she quickly, but clearly annoyed, backed down. Can't remember if she didn't take my temperature at all or asked me to put it in my armpit instead, though.

I learned that I'm a fighter and I don't give up easily. The dokters and nurses in that hospital can vouch for that. :yep:

But they certainly did a good job. :smug:

Ah, good memories. :rotfl:


I must say that I admire all of you for being so open, that's not easy sometimes. :up:

I HATE needles. They send me running to the hills.:cry:

Hell, I even go without at the dentist.:yep:

Must admit however, that a recent bout of kidney stones, convinced me that needles aren't too bad...... in the right hands.

needles i can deal with, they hurt like buggery but they're ok.

kidney stones on the other hand... they're what frighten me most medical-wise, them and catheters!