As a child of 6, I had severe tonsilitis and had to have an emergency op to remove them as I had developed quinsies which were threatening to block my airway. The doctor wanted to type my blood in case of any complications, but he told me he was just going to put a dot on my finger with a pen. Out shot the little needle and I was very shocked and upset, to say the least. Then, because I was understandably nervous at the pre-med injection, instead of calming me three nurses sat on my body and legs while they injected my ankle. I can still remember all this with great clarity. To say that I have been needle-phobic is an understatement. However, when my mum developed Lyphoma in her 80s I had to go with her every few weeks for her chemo and that cured me once and for all because I was the one calming and comforting her and I had to overcome my fears and squeamishness. I am still not fond of needles (as has been said before, who is?) but I have finally overcome my fear. This is why I generally empathise with those who genuinely struggle with them. I will have the vaccine when it comes around, but I completely understand why some will not.