When I was five, I had pneumonia. I don’t remember much about the experience. I do remember the sharp stabbing pains throughout my body. I also remember having an intravenous catheter; worse, I remember after it was removed.
The dressing fell off and I saw I had two holes in the top of my hand. This was the first time I ever felt a flood of dizziness and squeamishness.
Let me take you some years later to when I was nineteen. The year was 2007 and Anita Roddick had just died of a brain haemorrhage. Anita Roddick, the founder of the body shop, had suffered from hepatitis C for three decades before she found out after a routine blood test. She believes she contracted it from a blood transfusion she had in the 1970s. Although a rare complication, the brain haemorrhage was probably caused by the hepatitis.
I too received a blood transfusion before they started screening for hepatitis C. My mother, upon hearing of Anita Roddick’s death, pleaded that I get a blood test to see whether I may suffer the same fate.
Whilst getting the blood test, I was fine. I watched the blood fill the little phial and felt nothing untoward. I went down to the reception of the doctor’s surgery to book the follow-up appointment. A little old lady arrived a fraction of a second later, so I let her go first. She left and I made my way to the desk.
“I’d like to book my follow-up appointment,” I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth, I lost consciousness and fell backwards, banging my head sharply on the slate floor.
Fortunately, I don’t have hepatitis C. However, I may still be a carrier of human variant CJD. (Although it is incredibly unlikely, there is simply no way to tell if I have it until my brain turns to sponge.)
Then, only a few years back I was getting my vaccinations done for a short-term trip to Asia. The nurse was brilliant at making the injection as painless a procedure as possible. I was happily telling her about my impending trip when suddenly I felt dizzy.
“I think I’m going to faint,” I thought I said. Apparently, just a slur of words fell out of my mouth. Then, I promptly toppled from my chair.
As you can see, anything concerning intravenous or hypodermic punctures results in a distinct lack of consciousness. It also subsequently results in nausea and a temporary general disdain towards living. (I can be a tad melodramatic.) Therefore, I tend to avoid such ordeals.
The dressing fell off and I saw I had two holes in the top of my hand. This was the first time I ever felt a flood of dizziness and squeamishness.
Let me take you some years later to when I was nineteen. The year was 2007 and Anita Roddick had just died of a brain haemorrhage. Anita Roddick, the founder of the body shop, had suffered from hepatitis C for three decades before she found out after a routine blood test. She believes she contracted it from a blood transfusion she had in the 1970s. Although a rare complication, the brain haemorrhage was probably caused by the hepatitis.
I too received a blood transfusion before they started screening for hepatitis C. My mother, upon hearing of Anita Roddick’s death, pleaded that I get a blood test to see whether I may suffer the same fate.
Whilst getting the blood test, I was fine. I watched the blood fill the little phial and felt nothing untoward. I went down to the reception of the doctor’s surgery to book the follow-up appointment. A little old lady arrived a fraction of a second later, so I let her go first. She left and I made my way to the desk.
“I’d like to book my follow-up appointment,” I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth, I lost consciousness and fell backwards, banging my head sharply on the slate floor.
Fortunately, I don’t have hepatitis C. However, I may still be a carrier of human variant CJD. (Although it is incredibly unlikely, there is simply no way to tell if I have it until my brain turns to sponge.)
Then, only a few years back I was getting my vaccinations done for a short-term trip to Asia. The nurse was brilliant at making the injection as painless a procedure as possible. I was happily telling her about my impending trip when suddenly I felt dizzy.
“I think I’m going to faint,” I thought I said. Apparently, just a slur of words fell out of my mouth. Then, I promptly toppled from my chair.
As you can see, anything concerning intravenous or hypodermic punctures results in a distinct lack of consciousness. It also subsequently results in nausea and a temporary general disdain towards living. (I can be a tad melodramatic.) Therefore, I tend to avoid such ordeals.
When I was five, I had pneumonia. I don’t remember much about the experience. I do remember the sharp stabbing pains throughout my body. I also remember having an intravenous catheter; worse, I remember after it was removed.
The dressing fell off and I saw I had two holes in the top of my hand. This was the first time I ever felt a flood of dizziness and squeamishness.
Let me take you some years later to when I was nineteen. The year was 2007 and Anita Roddick had just died of a brain haemorrhage. Anita Roddick, the founder of the body shop, had suffered from hepatitis C for three decades before she found out after a routine blood test. She believes she contracted it from a blood transfusion she had in the 1970s. Although a rare complication, the brain haemorrhage was probably caused by the hepatitis.
I too received a blood transfusion before they started screening for hepatitis C. My mother, upon hearing of Anita Roddick’s death, pleaded that I get a blood test to see whether I may suffer the same fate.
Whilst getting the blood test, I was fine. I watched the blood fill the little phial and felt nothing untoward. I went down to the reception of the doctor’s surgery to book the follow-up appointment. A little old lady arrived a fraction of a second later, so I let her go first. She left and I made my way to the desk.
“I’d like to book my follow-up appointment,” I said. No sooner than the words left my mouth, I lost consciousness and fell backwards, banging my head sharply on the slate floor.
Fortunately, I don’t have hepatitis C. However, I may still be a carrier of human variant CJD. (Although it is incredibly unlikely, there is simply no way to tell if I have it until my brain turns to sponge.)
Then, only a few years back I was getting my vaccinations done for a short-term trip to Asia. The nurse was brilliant at making the injection as painless a procedure as possible. I was happily telling her about my impending trip when suddenly I felt dizzy.
“I think I’m going to faint,” I thought I said. Apparently, just a slur of words fell out of my mouth. Then, I promptly toppled from my chair.
As you can see, anything concerning intravenous or hypodermic punctures results in a distinct lack of consciousness. It also subsequently results in nausea and a temporary general disdain towards living. (I can be a tad melodramatic.) Therefore, I tend to avoid such ordeals.
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