Almost anything to do with going to the doctor….needles, having blood drawn, shots, the phrase “this shouldn’t hurt too much”, the smell, the other sick people in the waiting room, the bad news, the bill, the $50.00 prescription.
Something bad happening in our home while we sleep. Intruder…fire…leaving the oven turned on…carbon monoxide poisoning, infestation of bugs. This stuff often keeps me awake. I hear noises coming from downstairs and lay awake for 10 minutes listening intently for more noise. I keep a golf club under the bed. About once every 2-3 weeks I get up and go downstairs (heart pounding) looking for what might be down there. Some nights I check on Eli about 5 times before I can go to sleep.
Really deep water. I’m not sure how well I would handle a cruise or deep sea fishing. The thought of floating on water that is 1000’s of feet deep really disturbes me…..even more so than the thought of an overweight, chain smoking clown hiding in my refrigerator, which is apparently a common fear. I’m an okay swimmer, not great. But the thought of going under, and it becoming pitch dark and cold….aahhadrdradlaadlfkj, it gives me chills.
Missing out on life. Not too terribly afraid of death…it’s more the missing out on life that scares me. Watching my son grow up. Seeing new technological advances come to fruition. Growing old with family and friends, reminiscing. Enjoying sunshine. Things like that.
Pain. (see going to the doctor, above) During one 18 month stretch of my childhood, I broke my left arm on 3 different occasion. Three different breaks. Three trips to the doctor/hospital. Three times having my bones reset, which is still the worst pain I’ve experienced in my life. Three times overreacting and wishing I would just die so I didn’t have to deal with the pain again. The result of this experience is that I’m somewhat pain-o-phobic. I will gladly avoid engaging in activities (flag football, excercising, getting up from the couch, cooking dinner) that could result in serious pain.
