Cap of Needle

Today I had to give an injection. I had to stick a needle in a fake leg. For some reason I had a problem with this.

I think the problem started two weeks ago. I was sitting in class and we had just had a discussion on how to take the cap off the needle. I thought, “Oh, this looks easy.” I was so wrong! I couldn’t get the cap off for anything. The girl in front of me pricked herself. I started laughing because I thought it was funny. Than I thought there was a possibility that I might stick myself too. And I did. About two seconds later. It wasn’t as funny anymore.

It didn’t really hurt that bad but it was annoying because my finger wouldn’t stop bleeding.

Last night I was practicing taking off my needle cap because I was so paranoid that in my test-out today that I would stick myself and the teacher would get angry and I would have to start the test all over again. So, I practiced and practiced. The boy got a little annoyed because we were supposed to watch Attack of the Clones but couldn’t because it got too late after I started messing with the needle. I was so scared to take the cap off the needle because I thought I would stick myself. Finally, he just took the needle and yanked the cap off. I thought for sure he was going to stick himself. But he didn’t.

When it was my turn for the test out today I did everything perfect. I found out at the beginning of class that we could use a needle that we had practiced with. So I took out a new needle, took off the cap about twenty times, and used it for my test-out.

Sometimes, I think that I just get worked up over nothing.

"When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom." Proverbs 11:2