Why am I such a spaz? I finally got the dreaded blood work done this morning...I was flipping out the whole entire car ride there and I told my parents that they'd have to drag me and the car seat out to get me into the office. I don't think anyone understands how freaked I get about needles, I swear I have like panic attacks. So my mom went first which so didn't ease me at all, it took forever to find her vein or something. Apparently I have low blood pressure now, whatever, I'm still living. So I was lyin down and she was all ready to shove it into my left arm..apparently the vein was too thin so she couldn't take any outta it so she had to move onto the right arm. Wtf? I was poked twice...and of course I started getting hysterical cause that's just what naturally happens. Well, she couldn't get the right arm initially either and she freaked cause she felt bad for doing this to me...but eventually she got what she needed. I look like I shoot up heroin or something cause I have all these spots on my arms now. My dad is tight with the doc so they were like we heard you passed out twice, that's not good. I was like really, I thought making an ass out of myself in front of everyone was enough already. He was like well how was the concert? I was like for the most part when I was conscious, good. I felt bad, they didn't know if they were supposed to laugh or not...I was like it's all good, I'm cool with cracking on myself, it was meant as a joke. But that has got to be the worst experience for me, now here comes just the waiting.....