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Okay, I need to weigh in here! I finally went in for my blood work today—and honestly, considering how much I freak out about this stuff, I deserve a medal for bravery. It was definitely uncomfortable, though not exactly traumatic, and the phlebotomist at the clinic did an absolutely flawless job. I felt a little sting from the needle, and for a second after she pulled it out, the bleeding was a bit more than I expected, but once I applied some pressure with a cotton ball, it settled right down. I have to give credit where it's due: she was perfect. Usually, I end up with these massive bruises afterward, but this time? Nothing. Not a single mark. It’s actually kind of wild. 🙂 I'm relieved. Glad I just got it over with. I never used to be squeamish about blood, but I don't know what's gotten into me lately. I guess I'm just getting older! 🙂🙂