completely weirded out...

I. Hate. PE.
A lot.
*shudders*
Next Wednesday...the start of break, the day I've been counting down to...
Cholesterol screening.
Drawing of blood.
AAAHH!!!
I CAN'T STAND THAT! AT ALL!
Not only is it disgusting....
I'm impossible to find a vein on.
There's a few people that I know who have a waaaaaaay bigger fear of these types of things.
And my freak out is nothing compared to theirs.
But still....I HATE this.
Not only that, we were doing destressing techniques today, and one of them involved laying down, shutting your eyes, and imagining things like "my arm is warm...or heavy" and the whole purpose was that these thoughts were supposed to increase blood flow.
Goodness, I'm squeamish. I'm cringing and shuddering just typing this.
I cannot deal with the thought of blood flow. Strange, I know. It's just disgusting to me.
And it weirds me out to no end. I don't know why. It just does.
So our prof tells us this right before we do it...
The thought was enough to make me cringe. So as she's going through this whole thing, I'm laying there twitching and fidgeting to death. Because the blood part was all I could think of.
Annnd there's yesterday...
I have this thing with wrists. I can't stand the sight of them, even my own. I'd rather die than take my pulse via wrist. I can't stand them at ALL.
We had lecture yesterday. About stress. And we were given this "biodots" which were like mood ring stickers.
That could, with a few other locations, be placed on the wrist.
I'm sitting in the back. At the top of the amplitheater type room.
And EVERYONE is putting these things on their wrists.
Looking at their wrists. Touching them.
*cringes*
That's when I discovered this is more of a fear. Because I started reacting to it kind of the way I react to heights.
Significantly calmer, I must add, but I still started freaking out.
Then Cassady, who was sitting next to me, figures this out and starts messing with me.
I just sat there and stared at the ceiling for a good five minutes. Trying to calm down.
Stress on trying.
Then, after that whole ordeal, right after I left class and was calm, I went to look at my dot...
It fell off.
I have no idea where it went.
grrrrrr.
And my roomate's fish died.
Its eye was bleeding.
It's still floating in the bowl, looking quite nasty, I might add.
And my fish looks like he's trying to eat Fransisco....
IT'S DISGUSTING!!!!
I'm not going ANYWHERE near that bowl til Fransisco is gone...
He wasn't my fish...
I'm not touching it.
:P
nasty.
Now I'm off to find calmer, less disgusting things to focus on...