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As those closest to me know I’m deathly afraid of needles, simply the mention of them makes me queasy. My mother loves to tell the story of the time I needed to be picked up from high school because they were having a blood drive and simply having needles in the building made my lightheaded. Knowing this you might agree with me when I tell you that the last week has felt like a bad dream I can’t wake up from simply because it seems like I’m being followed by hypodermic needles!
First I found one on the floor of my car, then after dropping my cell phone behind the stove I found more. Here are some (notably ridiculous) photos of me trying to fish out my phone from behind the stove and what I found in the process.
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