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So, apparently, there's a word for that thing where my stomach curls in a knot at the very thought of a needle being stuck in me.
Belonephobia.
... Makes me think of cold cuts, actually. Though not to the point where I could keep myself from getting choked-up and teary-eyed and gut-twisty just looking up websites on Google. D:
Do you know what really sucks? My mom doesn't get it. >.> Just the other day, I had one of my worst breakouts ever (there were, like, two bumps by my hairline that might have been acne, if I'd given then a couple years to mature >.> ), and she wanted to take a safety pin to them to pop them. Uh, no. I know we both cover our eyes watching people get injections in House, but that's because watching people have metal stuck in them makes me physically ill, not because I find it kinda icky. (My god, Mom, you have pierced ears! I have panic attacks when friends joke about drugging me to pierce my ears!)
Of course, she points out that I don't have any problem with sewing needles. Well, no, but the point of sewing needles generally isn't to have them stuck inside you, and pricking fingers isn't the same as having cold dead metal stuck purposefully through your flesh and--
... Okay, aborting this post before I start freaking out at my computer. Ugh, I hate crying...
[[This was a public service message from your friendly neighborhood GET THAT NEEDLE THE HELL AWAY FROM MY ARM *deathgrips someone's hand and whimpers*]]
Belonephobia.
... Makes me think of cold cuts, actually. Though not to the point where I could keep myself from getting choked-up and teary-eyed and gut-twisty just looking up websites on Google. D:
Do you know what really sucks? My mom doesn't get it. >.> Just the other day, I had one of my worst breakouts ever (there were, like, two bumps by my hairline that might have been acne, if I'd given then a couple years to mature >.> ), and she wanted to take a safety pin to them to pop them. Uh, no. I know we both cover our eyes watching people get injections in House, but that's because watching people have metal stuck in them makes me physically ill, not because I find it kinda icky. (My god, Mom, you have pierced ears! I have panic attacks when friends joke about drugging me to pierce my ears!)
Of course, she points out that I don't have any problem with sewing needles. Well, no, but the point of sewing needles generally isn't to have them stuck inside you, and pricking fingers isn't the same as having cold dead metal stuck purposefully through your flesh and--
... Okay, aborting this post before I start freaking out at my computer. Ugh, I hate crying...
[[This was a public service message from your friendly neighborhood GET THAT NEEDLE THE HELL AWAY FROM MY ARM *deathgrips someone's hand and whimpers*]]