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So, it seems I faint at the sight of blood.
It comes and goes, but I can remember feeling lightheaded and nauseous at the slightest pinprick or even seeing blood in an animated show even when I was very young. It doesn't always happen. I have good days and bad days, none of which seem to have anything to do with if I've eaten or anything like that. But the fact stands that when I see blood, mine or anyone else's, I just cease to function.
For those of you who've read Twilight, yes, its possible for a 17-year-old girl to pass out at the sight of blood. Its not a maturity thing.
Just today I tried to give blood. I ate beforehand and walked to the Bloodmobile. They pricked my finger to check my iron and I nearly hit the floor right then and there. Making my apologies, I exited the vehicle and stumbled (quite literally. it was scary) a few steps before realizing that I just couldn't walk anymore and collapsed on the grass.
I feel fine now, but this experience raises a question in my mind.
How the hell am I gonna be a physical therapist (ie- a medical professional) if I can't handle the sight of blood?
The internet seems to attribute this phenomenon to anxiety, blood sugar, and blood-injury phobia. There's therapy for blood-injury phobia, which I can't afford.
What the hell.
It comes and goes, but I can remember feeling lightheaded and nauseous at the slightest pinprick or even seeing blood in an animated show even when I was very young. It doesn't always happen. I have good days and bad days, none of which seem to have anything to do with if I've eaten or anything like that. But the fact stands that when I see blood, mine or anyone else's, I just cease to function.
For those of you who've read Twilight, yes, its possible for a 17-year-old girl to pass out at the sight of blood. Its not a maturity thing.
Just today I tried to give blood. I ate beforehand and walked to the Bloodmobile. They pricked my finger to check my iron and I nearly hit the floor right then and there. Making my apologies, I exited the vehicle and stumbled (quite literally. it was scary) a few steps before realizing that I just couldn't walk anymore and collapsed on the grass.
I feel fine now, but this experience raises a question in my mind.
How the hell am I gonna be a physical therapist (ie- a medical professional) if I can't handle the sight of blood?
The internet seems to attribute this phenomenon to anxiety, blood sugar, and blood-injury phobia. There's therapy for blood-injury phobia, which I can't afford.
What the hell.
