I hate getting blood drawn. I was told after doing so today that “it’s okay to breathe, keeps the oxygen levels up.” Who knew? She asked me very seriously if I was okay, which says to me that I might have cringed or looked a wee bit upset or both during the leeching.
So it turns out I do have a fear. Having blood removed from my body. Ew.
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I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.