I hate needles - Part 2

Part 2 :

In the first few days of reception at Fort Jackson, I found myself in a seemingly never ending line of soldiers moving from table to table with our sleeves pulled up.  Each table was a different shot.  As I was stepping up to receive the first shot, another female soldier who had gone through the first two tables collapsed and had a seizure.  Thankfully, she was okay - but that's not exactly a warm fuzzy especially since the drill sergeants were still pushing us forward through the line.

My next issue with this at basic was shortly after arriving back from Exodus (side note - loved being home for Christmas, but taking a break and letting soldiers go home for the holidays is less than logical).  All the female soldiers had to have blood drawn for a pregnancy test shortly after coming back.  A day prior to this test, I had blood drawn because I was having issues with extremely low iron and they had conducted a pregnancy test at that point in time.  Even though I had told the drill sergeants I had blood drawn less than 24 hours prior and had already 'passed' my pregnancy screening, I was still pushed through the line.

I sat down in the chair and shortly after the medic had started drawing blood, I passed out.  In the process, I almost fell out of the chair and managed to rip the whole setup out of my arm.  So now, not only were they trying to get me to come to, they had a mess that was continuing to grow.  From what I was told, I was out for a few minutes.  Smelling salts, water, none of your common triggers to 'wake' you up were working.  So the medic took extreme measures and slapped me across the face.  I woke up to a stinging sensation across my face and a rather messy arm.  When the medic asked me what happened, I told her about having blood being taken and already having had a pregnancy test.  I then proceeded to get yelled out for not telling her before she stuck me and was stuck in a chair for 'observation' for about an hour.