The needle struck me once. Twice. Thrice.
By the fourth time, I was ready to scream, to run out of the room because I couldn’t endure the pain any longer.
It was my first time being administered anesthesia, but the nurse had continually missed my vein. Now, to this day, whenever I go into the doctor’s office for a shot, I tend to close my eyes and look away because of the mini ordeal I went through.
I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but this experience from my past certainly affected me. Mayoiga scares me slightly, too, but for unintended reasons.