This is the strangest fear you’ve ever heard of. Actually, I am not among those who pass out at the sight of a needle (in fact, I regularly go and donate blood). Also, I succeed at convincing myself that sometimes it’s just better to go and see a doctor. But with your heart racing and pumping and your blood pressure up so that he looks as you like you’re really ill (which I’m definitely not), it’s a horrible experience every time, even starting the day before. Plus, I think them knowing how I “really” feel makes it difficult to apply my strategy of acting normal at the premiere (like in public speaking, university exams…) and being normal the second…