Reasons why I would be terrible administering shots in ANY capacity.

A recent post on a board I frequent reminded me of a couple of reasons 'Why Ragdoll would totally suck as a shot giver if her job required it.'

It started out innocently enough. The question "Why do shots hurt?" was raised. The EMT in my brain jumped out of her chair and practically shouted "I know! I know some reasons why!"

To sum up, a few variables are the acidity of the solution, how 'deep' the injection is administered, the speed of injection, and the experience of the injector.

Now, this is where I would totally suck as an injector.

1. I get squeamish around needles. I know, I know. I have no issues with tattoo needles. Why? I don't know. Vaccinations? Blood Draws? Oh, I can feel the queasiness and dizzyness already. The room is spinning. It's getting dark! If karma really got mad at me one day, I would become an insulin dependent diabetic. I could not even stick my thumb for a science experiment in college without being a drama queen. (For being such a wuss, I was rewarded with the super hot assistant teacher drawing my blood, and I garnered a date with 'cutest boy in class' after he intercepted a note I was scribbling to my lab partner/best friend.
2. I am known to run with scissors. Are we SURE that we want me handling sharp pointy objects? Family members are trembling with fear because I have plans to take up archery again. Can you imagine me with a needle? After getting past the squeamish aspect, you can be sure I would get juvenile, and start looking for things to stab at. Ask any of my victims *ahem* VOLUNTEERS as I was learning the art of needle stick. Oranges and grapefruits were so unfulfilling. Watermelons didn't do it either. Which leads me to next reason.
3. The ONLY live injection I did, was unsuccessful to say the least. On of my best friends decided that she would not wait inline for her injection.The line was out the door, and she had an early shift in the AM. After all, she could get someone at work to do it. So she left with her injection and headed home. (YAY. Lucky me, stopped in after my shift and got recruited.) Let me get the fact that this was a birth control injection out of the way. In my opinion, something best left to the proffessionals. No way did I want to be blamed in case of failure! When all was said and done, I administered the injection. (After whining and attemting to weasel my way out of it.) I believe my parting words were "Don't blame me if something goes wrong!" Of course, I was thinking along the lines of air embolus, infection, etc. Little did I know that the SOMETHING was going to be conception. You could call me the 3rd contributor to the creation. I consider him my first 'child'. LOL! I figured as an EMT I would be assisting in a birth (possibly), NOT assisting in the conception (in a round about way).
4. Last but not least...When bored, I tend to invent instruments of torture with sharp objects. Access to needles not a good idea. I once invented a nifty little device I fondly called 'The Whapper". Its key ingredients were a plastic flyswatter, a crapload of upholstry tacks, thin craft 'foam' and duct tape. I tested it on a watermelon. Let me just say MASSIVE INJURY if I could only find a human guinea-pig. Alas, I could not, and the whapper met it's demise the day I needed the tacks for another project.