I just had a routine blood test today. I always get lightheaded and sick when I have blood tests. This time, though, I told myself that I was not going to get sick. I even asked if I could lay down during the test, this I assured myself, would help. The nurse came and checked my veins. (I was told once that I have very nice, visible veins. I hope it wasn't a pick up line, if it is pick up lines are going down hill). She wrapped that rubber band thing around my arm which is there, I assume because it hurts so much that they hope you won't notice the pain of the stupid needle going in. Then she inserted the needle. Mind over matter, I told myself. And everything went great.
That is, if your definition of great is that I had to lay there for another 15 minutes sweating profusely while drinking a cup of cold water, until I stopped fainting and could go home. sigh.