Tuesday, May 7, 2013

what's your phobia?

The funny thing is-- I had planned this post for a couple of days now before realizing this was today's topic for the Blog Everyday in May challenge!


Why I am posting about this... I have no idea. I was reading Gone Girl and I came across the words "blood" and "needles." I thought to myself, "Why am I so afraid of these things!!!???"

And then a post arose in my brain. 


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Charlotte's NON-irrational phobias. They all have good reason!

1. Fire
When I was 16, my hair caught on fre. Not me, just my hair. BUT, it was absolutely terrifying. My friend Haley (who did my hair for our wedding) and I always had joint birthday parties because her's is a day before mine. We had a cookout next to my house in the cotton field. Somehow, someone threw a napkin into the bonfire and it rapidly caught on fire, and of course hit ME, the birthday girl on the chest. Stupid me fanned it giving it oxygen, and totally forgot the Stop, Drop, & Roll demand we all learned in what, kindergarten. It didn't really burn my sweater, just my hair. My friend ran over to me and hit me (not hard) until the fire was out. My room smelled like burned hair for a month.

Ever since that, I am so afraid of fire. I mean I guess I was beforehand but dang it is horrifying thinking of burning, especially burning alive. EEK.

2. Drowning
I have been lifeguard certified since I was 15. The first time I got my certification, it was a breeze because there were about 6 of us who got it together and had a ball. We also had an easy teacher who gave us the answers on our written test #score. Come time to renew my certification at age 20 before I was a lifeguard at summer camp, I had the instructor straight from hell. I should have known from the beginning when my name wasn't on the list (I had my registration receipt) on day 1 that this wasn't going to be easy. He was a very large man which also did not help the situation any more. Training was fine, exhausting mentally and physically, twice a week while in college. It also got in the way of my drinking time. When we took our final written and water test, I had to come home from Pawley's Island (6 hours away) back to Spartanburg on my spring break. He FAILED my entire class. Did I mention he was a large guy? He was easily 6'3 (Tyler's height) and weighed at least 250, probably 300 pounds. Have you ever tried putting this kind of person on a stabilizing board in the water? Yeah, not easy. Moobs (he had awful man boobs) failed us all and practically drowned me, the smallest one in the group, a few times. Under water I really thought I was going to drown. Thanks Moobs for this phobia (Leah I hope you are reading this).

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3. Needles
I mean I don't REALLY have a story for this one but I HATE NEEDLES. Seriously, who likes them? 

4. Dentist
I have about a million dentist stories. Lets start from a very young age, maybe 2nd grade? I have a very small mouth (shocking I know) with too many teeth inside. My poor dentist had to pull dozens (ok maybe just a dozen) teeth and fill many, many cavities. He would have to lock me in the room from the outside because I would get up and try to run out. Finally, he told my mom he couldn't work on me anymore and sent me to a pediatric dentist who put me to sleep every time I came in. One time she tried to put me asleep and I refused, staying up to watch The Secret Garden, which now haunts me. They also gave me this nasty "sleepy juice" which my grandmother tricked me into thinking was Sprite. Cha Cha may not be living anymore but I am still so mad at her for tricking me!

Fast forward to 8th grade where I had braces and and an extra tooth that was embedded into my bone. Yes, the bone in the roof of my life #FML. Before the dentist put me to sleep, I screamed and kicked and even kicked him. He asked my mom to please cancel the appointment and reschedule so he could put me under general anesthesia. Oh, and the next day I started my period for the very first time. So this poor oral surgeon got some serious PMS and a dentist scared child. 

Let's move on to my wisdom teeth. I was about to go to college and was 18, and it was 6 weeks before I went to college. Plenty of (supposed) time to get your teeth out and heal. NOT Charlotte. Not only were my nurses super bitchy and I screamed the entire way to the hospital that I'd rather have my legs chopped off than go through this (side note: I still would if I had to re-do this). Everyone thought I was being super dramatic (normal), but I swear I was not. After the surgery I had an infection, four dry sockets, and I went to four different doctors in three locations. It was hell. Finally, the week after my Wofford orientation, I visited my final oral surgeon for disintegrating stitches. I was healed and "normal," though I swear my puffy face has YET to go away. 

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And there you have it. You probably think I am a freak now.


Please share your phobias AND a story if you have one to go along with them! I want to make sure I'm normal :)


10 comments:

Amanda aka Manda said...

Fire and drowning are in my top 5 too!

Lauren said...

The dentist. OY. I was just echoing this sentiment on another blog post! I'm loving everyone doing this "Blog all of May" thing. As far as my story? I HATE the dentist. Not that I ever had experiences as bad as yours though! I had braces TWICE, and blame my adult-phobia on that . I didnt go for like 3-4 years in my early twenties and have started going again over the past year or two. And (this makes me sound crazy) but I cry the ENTIRE time. My poor hygenist/dentist. They are so nice and patient. Anxiety meds? CHECK!

USCEmily said...

I am also irrationally afraid of needles ever since passing out in 7th grade at my physical after basketball practice. Ever since, I have been deathly afraid. When you are pregnant, you have to get poked and prodded so much, but every time I had to have blood drawn, I would have Ed come along to hold my hand and I'd insist that they lay me down in a room instead of sitting me up in the lab. Several years ago, I actually passed out at the doctor's office after having my finger pricked- yes, I am that girl. Surprisingly, though, I made it through an epidural, IV, and a shot at the hospital when I had Charlotte.

Unknown said...

That last picture cracked me up. I despise the dentist- I'd pick the gyno any day (TMI?) Love your blog!

xo- Julie http://thejortreport.blogspot.com/

megan said...

omg what an awful teacher! i would be scarred for life after that experience, too! I do love that you called him Moobs though. I would have to say that those are one of my fears. Moobs. Haha! Sorry you have a fear of dentist offices! My mom is a hygienist so if she hurts me I just bite her fingers. :)

Elizabeth McMullen said...

Dentists are the WORST. I would rather go to the Gyno than the dentist!

L

Leah said...

I feel honored that I could be a part of the same blog post as MOOBS

Delta Daisies said...

Your fears are the same as mine!

Whitney said...

I wrote a totally heartfelt post today and then realized that I didn't even include my worst fear: pain! That's what I get for speeding through a post!

Ashley W said...

I am absolutely TERRIFIED of the dentist -- They have to give me valium just to get me in the door for a cleaning. I had a weird accident when I was about 7 where the hygienist "accidentally" flung one of my loose baby teeth across the exam room. I can still see this happening and may or may not have regular nightmares about it.