don't poke me

I dreamt that I took an injection last night. It’s very sketchy, but I remember I was not afraid. Rather, I was quite surprised that I wasn’t. I was poked on the back of my hand again, like the last time, and I remember saying that I don’t want to try it on my forearm. Then I recall pondering about how come I’m afraid to pierce my ears?   Everytime, I try to recall the strange relief when I finally had my blood test. But until I have to do it again, I rather not.