Earlier today, I went with my mother and little sister to the pediatrician because my little sister was due for a physical examination. My sister’s pediatrician also sees me, but I did not have an appointment today. This doctor takes blood in his office the same day as the physical for the convenience of the patient. My mother loves this, but I, myself, despise it. I HATE blood tests! Don’t get me wrong, I am okay with needles; it’s the concept of one going directly into my vein that bothers me. I was anxious to go to the doctor’s office even though I didn’t have an appointment; I was only going so I could shop at the mall with them afterward.
Any thought of my doctor’s office gets me anxious about blood tests because I associate the office with blood tests. On the way there my mother tells me that his, the doctor’s, office is under construction and he is currently working out of another doctor’s office. Now I’m feeling even more anxious, probably more anxious then my sister was, and she was the one getting the needles! I had to sit in the waiting room of this office I’ve never been to before, by myself, while I waited for my sister to be done. I sat there for about 40 minutes, doing nothing other than visualize myself getting a needle jammed in my vein. I was worrying myself crazy over something that wasn’t even going to happen and ruined my own day with anxiety.
When my sister came out I was so happy that we would finally be able to leave and escape that toxic atmosphere. We were at the desk, my mother paying for the visit, when I noticed something strange: a skeleton of a bird (plastic), a rubber band around its neck, with a paper taped to it that read, “I smoked.” At first I’m thinking Why this statement for a skeleton of a bird? Then I remembered that there is always a living bird in the doctor’s office. I look behind me into another room and there I see my doctor’s bird, standing on top of its cage as usual in the old office! I then realized that it was the doctor’s way of saying, “If my bird smoked, this would be the result of it.” It was his analogy to say that smoking kills. It was strange, but clever. That got my mind off of the blood tests long enough to relieve me of my needle anxiety, and it put a smile on my face!