I hate needles!

I'm not a complete baby about needles, but like most people, I simply do not enjoy them. For me the anticipation of getting it is always worse than the actual stick. I would not be a very efficient heroin addict for this reason. Well today I went in for my CD3 bloodwork. I handed the lady 2 labels which indicated I needed 2 vials of blood. She even pulled out 2 different vials. However, when she stuck me and filled the first vial, she pulled out the fucking needle! I hadn't been paying attention and didn't notice anything was wrong until she said "Oh God, I'm really sorry." Not the words you want to hear in any doctor's office. When I realized what was happening I wanted to cry...which is completely stupid because the first needle was not that bad. Like I said, it's the anticipation more than anything else. Plus, let's face it, I've been a little emotional lately. I kept it together though, and she was able to get the 2nd vial without me throat punching her (which was hard for me).