Getting my first stitches at 2. I don't remember that part but I remember the events leading up to it - wrestling my dad in bed, my dad dozing off to sleep while I continued being hyper, then rolling off the bed and hitting my head on the side table. I vividly remember rolling around and wrestling by dad to the point it happened. Though I can't remember anything after that, I've hated needles ever since. I have to lay down to draw blood or I break out into cold sweats when my pressure drops. All because of that 2 year old experience.
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