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I have a fear of blood, but it's something that I think can overcome. So my dear ole' dad gives blood every six months - every time he's asked to come in. The times that I've went in it always made me cringe with he whole needle in the arm - No Thank You - I can really go without. You know. If I'm seriously thinking of going to the medical fear - I have to seriously think of doing things that would seem erning to me (another opposite word for diserning, know one). Things that are not going to be in my best interest like going to see a dissection (was going to go at the U of M last year, but was full - my teacher from intro to anatomy and physiology suggested iy) or give blood.
I was to give blood. They first prick your thumb and it doesn't hurt - it's just what are you going to do with a cut on your finger. They do this kind of for a qualification to donate for a hemoglobin count. The girl in front of me who the nurses thought we were sisters were sent away , because hers wasn't high enough. As I was in the little office, the nurse told me that women usually were refused, because have a lower range of the count. Men usually almost always get accepted. I had a high count.