I was sitting in the waiting room at a lab this morning. Inside, I could hear this little girl wailing because she’d just gotten her blood drawn. *cringe* I could totally relate with her. I HATE anything remotely related to that kinda’ stuff. I can’t even write it out. While the mom and technicians are consoling the little girl and bribing her with candy, a young boy (4 or 5 years old?) walks out and comes into the waiting room and sticks himself in a tiny corner facing the wall. He looks absolutely terrified and doesn’t answer when his mom calls him. Finally, the mom comes back out and tells him he can’t run off like that. She ushers him back in and then you start to hear him crying. He’s older though so he has things to say. Don’t do it ’til I say so. I don’t want it. It’s going to hurt. It stings. They in turn tried to cajole him to cooperate by telling him how his little sister did it, and then they finally resorted to threatening to get the big nurse to hold him down. My heart ached. I wish he hadn’t seen his sister getting it done cuz I think it just made it so much worse. The anticipation, and seeing his little sister in distress. That’s enough to make me want to walk out the door!