Ergh.

Today i got my implant taken out... (this is going to be pretty ew so yeah)

I never really had it for contraception, obviously. I just have the worlds most confused periods.
But ever since starting my anti-depressants, i've bled constantly. I was on the pill too at the same time to stop this but they wouldn't let me carry that on, so now i've had a 2 month period, and i was sick of it, so i went to get this peice of shit cut out.

So yeah i got up nice and early at half 7 and got off to the doctors.
Waited what seemed like hours for my appointment to come up the screen even though it was only 15 mins late.
Laid down, got 6 tonne of local anesthetic shoved in my arm, that made me ill enough since i have massive needlephobia.
Then.. As soon as it had kicked in and i couldn't feel my arm. BANG. In goes a scalpel. Straight down. An inch into my skin. Blood squirted everywhere. Why did i watch?
Next thing i know there were huge forceps going up inside the wound to find my implant. Then i passed out. Why did i watch?
Came back around with the doctors table thing leaned back to get oxygen to my brain. She started pullling it out again. Why did i watch?
It finally popped out after 5 minutes of struggling and tugging, pulling loads of blood out with it. Why did i watch?

Spent about 20 minutes laid down after that, after almost throwing up and passing out more.. And then going mental from the lightheadedness, seriously, i was laughing at nothing and i bit my mum really hard without realising. Why do needles do this to me? I get so scared that i go pyschotic.
But yeah i got home and took the dressing straight off because i wanted to see what it looked like. I wish i didn't. I took a picture. I had to lay down. Almost passed out again. Well done Sam. I'm not normally squeamish, but i hadn't eaten or drunk all day. Good move.