Needles
After having blood tests done for the 50th time today (yes, I started to count after awhile...so I'm not exagerrating) I have finally overcome my fear of needles. I can sit on the chair and watch them put the needle in my arm, watch the blood flow out, and watch the tiny trickle of blood after they pull the needle out.
I used to pass out at the thought of having my blood taken, or even having my finger pricked for an iron test for that matter. I would get severely light-headed, would turn an incredible shade of pasty white, and collapse onto the floor. It was awful.
Dusty made a good comparison the other day when I was talking about how scared I am to start this new job. I'm completely terrified that I will be horrible and be the worst financial consultant EVER. I'm petrified to begin. This is what he said: "Remember how scared you were to get your blood taken a few months ago? Now you know how it goes and you're not scared at all anymore. It will be the same with starting your new job..."
Dusty is right. I'm allowed to be scared of my first real job. I'll probably mess up a few times. What I'm scared of makes me want to try harder, to work harder than ever to accomplish and tackle that fear. The fear of the needle that I once had is the same fear of the job that I currently have. I can do it! Just imagine this new job as a GIANT NEEDLE HEADING TOWARDS MY ASS!! Oh, shit. This could suck.
Other good news--I got pre-qualified for a home mortgage yesterday morning. The search is now on. I'm looking for a small 2 bedroom house preferably in Marquette City, Marquette Township, Negaunee Township and possibly Negaunee City. I got qualified for a decent amount; I won't be getting a mansion for a first house, but it will be a nice small house.
I also signed my employment contract with Hantz Financial Services yesterday. All two inches of it. That was alot of paperwork. I now have to schedule to take my Series 7 exam (eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!) and go to Southfield, a suburb of Detroit, for a week of orientation. I just wish they would tell me the dates already. I have doctor appointments and exams to worry about, also.
Sick, all I can thick of is a huge ginormous needle aimed straight at my butt. Shouldn't have thought about that, that is just wrong.
I used to pass out at the thought of having my blood taken, or even having my finger pricked for an iron test for that matter. I would get severely light-headed, would turn an incredible shade of pasty white, and collapse onto the floor. It was awful.
Dusty made a good comparison the other day when I was talking about how scared I am to start this new job. I'm completely terrified that I will be horrible and be the worst financial consultant EVER. I'm petrified to begin. This is what he said: "Remember how scared you were to get your blood taken a few months ago? Now you know how it goes and you're not scared at all anymore. It will be the same with starting your new job..."
Dusty is right. I'm allowed to be scared of my first real job. I'll probably mess up a few times. What I'm scared of makes me want to try harder, to work harder than ever to accomplish and tackle that fear. The fear of the needle that I once had is the same fear of the job that I currently have. I can do it! Just imagine this new job as a GIANT NEEDLE HEADING TOWARDS MY ASS!! Oh, shit. This could suck.
Other good news--I got pre-qualified for a home mortgage yesterday morning. The search is now on. I'm looking for a small 2 bedroom house preferably in Marquette City, Marquette Township, Negaunee Township and possibly Negaunee City. I got qualified for a decent amount; I won't be getting a mansion for a first house, but it will be a nice small house.
I also signed my employment contract with Hantz Financial Services yesterday. All two inches of it. That was alot of paperwork. I now have to schedule to take my Series 7 exam (eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!) and go to Southfield, a suburb of Detroit, for a week of orientation. I just wish they would tell me the dates already. I have doctor appointments and exams to worry about, also.
Sick, all I can thick of is a huge ginormous needle aimed straight at my butt. Shouldn't have thought about that, that is just wrong.
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