Another redhead checking in.
I told this story here when it happened, but in brief: in order to get the nasal spray flu vaccine, I had to go to a flu shot clinic. I tried not to look at the people getting shots around me, but anxiety rose. When they brought out the Flu Mist, the delivery packet looked so much like a needle that I got a panic attack. I told the pharmacist I needed to go splash some water on my face, stood up, and woke up surrounded by paramedics, lying on my back in a pool of blood. Vaguely remember the ambulance ride to the emergency room. I’m just really lucky I didn’t hit my head on a shelf corner on my way down.
After that I read about needle phobias. They apparently work differently from other phobias in some key ways. First, instead of making blood pressure rise, in a lot of cases they cause a vasovagal response. It’s vaguely similar to going into shock. Second, they’re much less responsive to psychotherapy than other phobias are. Third, they seem to have a strong genetic component.
One theory is that they’re a hyper version of a healthy body response: when you are attacked by a venomous creature or when you suffer a serious wound, your body will go into shock and all systems will slow way down, as a way of delaying death. Folks with this version of needle phobia have a similar reaction to needle sticks.
It really helped me to read a breakdown of the phobia. I am not afraid of needle sticks. I can cause myself much worse pain without flinching. Someone can punch me, and it’ll hurt much worse, and I don’t pass out. What I’m so goddamn anxious about is my reaction to needles: I know what that vasovagal response feels like, and it’s absolutely awful. If you’ve never had it, you’ll have to trust me on this.
But some good news. I recently got an IV (in order to get my wisdom teeth out), and despite all my regular anxiety about it, I did perfectly well, not freaking out, not vomiting, not fainting, not curling up in a ball and moaning uncontrollably. But I only know that I did okay from second-hand reports: I don’t remember one freakin’ minute of the experience.
My surgeon prescribed me two 0.25 mg pills of Halcion, a sleeping drug that also lowers anxiety and has a possible side effect of short-term amnesia. I took one the night before the surgery, and one an hour beforehand.
Ah, sweet sweet short-term amnesia, how I love you so!
I know I’ll have to get needle-sticks again in my life. I plan on making a major pest of myself to doctors until they prescribe me these pills. I really, really hate that fucking vasovagal response, and if this is what it takes to avoid it, it’s a tremendously huge deal in my life.
Edit:
Heh. After the first two minutes of the movie, it occurred to me that a single hit of heroin would probably be a sure-fire cure for my needle-phobia. The rest of the movie confirmed that I’d rather have the phobia.