Today, I had blood work done. I'm doing just fine, thank you.

For much of  my life, I was one of those people who considered myself healthy, and that was good enough for me. I figured there was no reason to find a doctor and schedule a check-up. It's a guy thing, right?

In actuality, it was the fear of what happens when you get a check-up. I didn't know exactly what goes on, only that blood tests and other unpleasantries are performed. Yea, I didn't want to be a part of any of that.

Little did I know that before you get married, you have to have a blood test, At least it was back in the 80s. I remember going with my fiance to her doctor for what really is a simple and quick procedure. A few days before the blood work was to happen, I was trying to think of ways to keep calm. If I just occupy my mind with something that makes me smile or think of some projects I've got to do, everything would be alright. Oh yea, and don't look down at my arm as the nurse is draining you dry of your blood.

Well, the day came, and so did my turn in line. My fiance went in with me, and kept a conversation going, so I would pay more attention to what she was saying versus what was going on.

It worked somewhat, but I was a bit out of sorts. And then it got worse. The nurse commented that I looked very pale and asked if I was about to pass out. Yep,that was not a good thing to bring up. Fortunately, I hung in there, asked if we were done, and then hightailed it out of there as fast as I could.

The thing is, it doesn't hurt and you are out out the door quickly. All that nervousness was all in my head. I've have blood work done many times since, and even though I still feel a bit nervous, I realize it's just a blimp of time in my day, and for the next 6 months, I'm good to go. That is, until the results come in. Oh boy.

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