Just got back from the ER with my son. He has what appears to be a spider bite on his leg that became infected (ew, sorry). He was worried that the doctor would cut it open to drain it (sorry again), so I wanted to stay by his side and reassure him he'd be fine.

The doctor looks at the area and decides it will have to be opened up. He told my son that it would be simple and relatively painless. He would give him a local anasthetic, and he wouldn't feel anything.

Okay. Great.

Here's where I should mention that I have a major problems with needles. Nothing extraordinary. They just freak me the fuck out. But, hey, I can deal. This is my kid, and he's scared. I can be strong for him, right?

Nope. I passed the fuck out.

I felt it coming, but I didn't sit down because my son was gripping my hand. I couldn't leave him hurting. Next thing I knew I was sitting in a chair with people staring at me, concerned.

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Shit. Way to make it all about you, Madame.

P.S. My son did great. No fainting or whining from him. He got ice cream when we were done.

Also, the doctor was oddly flirty with me. Did not like. Dammit! Made it about me again!