My needle phobia goes back to when I was 5 years old. I was at the doctor’s office with my younger sister, Lizz, when our doctor had a brilliant idea: “Why don’t we give Kate her shot first so Lizz can see how easy it is?”
I was fine being asked to play the part of the brave older sister — until our family doctor took out a needle and dipped it into a vial of vaccine. I began to panic. “Be brave, be brave,” I told myself. And then … I passed out. And Lizz took off running.
Sadly, this needle phobia has persisted my whole life. I am well aware that shots don’t actually hurt that much and that even giving…
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