I'm to the point that I can be completely relaxed and positive that I can actually go through with it - I feel like the most reasonable person in the world. But the second the needle comes out of the package, I'm in the corner of the room in a fetal position in tears. Even though I warn the phlebotomist, he or she is *never* prepared for it. *sigh* I take solace in the fact that I'm not the only one XD
Steel yourself and look in the other direction dear, there is no alternative.