Blood tests. Cringing doesn't even begin to describe the mega tantrum/complete mental breakdown I suffer when having to have a blood test. It's a process for which I have to prepare for days, and I still end up completely losing it. After it's done and I have stopped weeping, I won't let anyone touch me for days. The whole thing takes a lot out of me. It's part of my phobia.
The Snotboy story. I can handle puke, crud, etc, but I cannot handle snot. So, that story just makes me wretch.
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