Ha! Sandwich – I do that when I pass out!
When travelling to Saudi (early 1990s) my wife came with me to the docs to explain the complete and all consuming terror I experience when confronted with a syringe (same if I see one on telly – starting to feel very odd even just typing this). I was due to have 4x jabs in one session.
Doctor thought I was a wuss and putting it on.
Jab #1 sees me pass out and fall off the chair.
Jab #2 sees me so wound up I have my legs wrapped around the chair legs and white knuckles from gripping on to the seat so tight. I pass out and face plant. Doc rolls me into recovery to discover my tongue has flopped back – proceeds to insert fingers and recover tongue just as I start to come around. I realise there is a foreign object fiddling around inside my mouth and bite down hard. Doc yelps. Wife laughs like a loon and gives him her best “told you so” stare.
Jab #3 & #4 postponed and handed over to practice nurse. She was brilliant and made sure I was lying down when receiving jabs. This one girl spent ages reassuring me, talking to me all the while she was preparing the jabs out of sight. I didn’t notice when #3 was in and #4 felt like a slight scratch.
I still fill my pants at the thought of having to have one, but (because of this one great nurse) I haven’t passed out since what we refer to as the ‘fava bean’ incident.