I conquered a near decades-old, petrifying fear of mine and it feels damn good.
I’ve always been an anxious scaredy cat. I’ve been terrified of everything ranging from horses to the sound of cotton balls being pulled apart to red lights. The worst fear, though, was my fear of needles.
You might thing, “Psh, whatever, Mrs. Picky Pincher! Nobody likes needles.”
True, few people like needles and lots of people are scared of them. But I was so fearful of needles that I skipped doctor’s appointments and much-needed vaccines. And god forbid the times a blood draw or shot were necessary. Once I had to be held down by two nurses and shrieked during a blood draw. I might have tried to throw a few punches, actually. Oops.
There wasn’t anything rational about the fear of needles , but it was preventing me from being healthy. It sucked for me, my doctors (poor things), and my family. It was time for a change.
As many of you know, I was on the hunt for life insurance a while back. I found a policy with USAA, but they required a physical for approval. Go figure.
There was just one eensy weensy little problem. The physical for life insurance required a blood draw. Dun dun dunnnnnn.
I flipped out. I texted Mr. Picky Pincher all kinds of profanity and weighed my options. After I had time to cool down, I realized I needed the life insurance and this particular policy would work best for us.
I had to get my blood drawn.
I’d love to say that I bravely faced this challenge with grace, but I sobbed for, like, twenty minutes after I made my appointment for the blood draw.
Fun fact: Zap does not like the sound of crying and will puff up like a balloon before swatting you for being loud. He’s so comforting.
Anyhoo, I called the medical testing company to confirm my appointment a few days later, and cried again on the phone with them. Office workers also puff up like balloons if you cry. I had to wait a week for my appointment after scheduling it, and I dreaded it. I binged on cookies, cried in the shower, and had nightmares about flying slices of baloney.
When the day of the blood draw arrived, I was only able to stay calm with the aid of some Dramamine. Fortunately the physical was done as a house call, so I could rest on the comfort of my couch. I threw a blanket over my head and breathed heavily during the blood draw.
No screaming or punching happened, which was a win. 🙂 The whole ordeal lasted maybe two minutes and my arm was a little sore after, but I wasn’t much worse for the wear.
I did it!!!
So what’s frugal about this?
I know, I know. Where’s the money angle here, Mrs. Picky Pincher?
I had to conquer my huge, paralyzing fear of needles to be able to secure some life insurance. If I hadn’t done this, I would be leaving Mr. Picky Pincher with zero funds if something were to happen to me, and that’s just not frugal. I couldn’t let fear prevent me from prudently planning for the future.
The point here is that sometimes you have to do the right thing, even if it scares the bejeebus out of you. And believe me, I was scared to death during the whole process. I had to find ways to accommodate that fear that still enabled me to get shiz done.
And I’m really happy about that. 🙂
We want to know: Have you ever conquered a huge fear?