Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Chairs are not a phobia with me unless you count having to leave them on the side of the road during hard rubbish collection and this is a brilliant idea for two old chairs. I also hate to admit that Andrew was right when I last mentioned grabbing a chair from the hard rubbish, I have the paint and the chair but the two haven't met yet. It's a long engagement going on 3 years now but one day, they will meet.
But, phobias, I haz a few starting with making a list of the phobias I have since it's scary how many things frighten the crap out of me. Right up in the top ten of frighteners are big shiny needles. Now I use needles all the time, in fact after this I'm going to the stove with an enormous darning needle to clear out the gas jets from the cleaning Jiff I used yesterday before the damn gas decides to do it for me.
I am talking about syringe type needles. The type that is going to shoot Cortisone into the bones of my right foot to stop the flare up of arthritis that's causing the current episode of pain. I have a phobia of people touching my feet, actually anything touching my feet that lives in seawater, especially something I can't see. I'm rambling, I don't have a phobia about that. For Cortisone to work it has to go into the exact right spot, the very first time, see that there, FIRST time. It says to me that they intend to keep trying until I can't feel the original pain because of the needle x-times pain.
If it was Doc Marvin, it might be okay. I would keep any accidental kicking far away from the crown jewells but I'm having to go to a stranger. A stranger will be jabbing needles into my foot..phobia.
I might manage if they go in from the top but any needles going underneath is going to need me biting down hard on something or someone. I've had needles in the feet before but I didn't know until I was already flat out and hadn't thought to ask where they were putting the radioactive dye and would have run for the door if they'd told me it was going between the toes and into the ankles. I have to say it was fun watching the snake like wanderings of my leg veins but between the toes, oh damn feck it hurt.
I don't have to make up my mind until the pain becomes too much so that I can't walk which is crazy because it doesn't hurt when I walk just when I stop. And believe me I cannot walk and eat ice-cream at the same time especially not on the treadmill, I have to hang on with two hands. As a child I did have the ability to shove an icy-pole in my mouth and leave it there until it was long gone but like a lot of childish wonders, that too has long gone. Not so my phobias. It could only be worse if they said they'd do it under water and I wouldn't see it.