When the doctor stuck a medium-sized needle up my arm then draw blood, I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I’m used to this”. When the doctor stuck a larger needle up my arm, wiggled it to look for a large enough vein to inject some chemical that would “light” up my veins, I reluctantly brushed the pain aside and said, “It doesn’t hurt as much as I expected it to be”.
When the doctor inserted a small needle on my neck, into the cystic mass, moved it to and from while removing some of the fluid inside…I didn’t shrug my shoulders…I didn’t say anything. And there are 2 reasons why. First, because the doctor told me not to and that it would HURT LIKE HELL if I did. And second, BECAUSE IT DID HURT LIKE HELL and that my brain didn’t know how to decide whether to CURSE first then SCREAM or SCREAM first then CURSE.
But that’s just the first part of this possible ordeal. The pain following that wouldn’t be made by the doctor sticking a needle on any other part of my body. Much more pain would be inflicted when the doctor would stick a different kind of needle (the one that comes with its own ink as oppose to getting the ink out of me) on a piece of paper and writing a word I hope I would never have to use as part of my history. *Fingers crossed*