Sharing a Childhood Story (I bit a planet and it was awful) So in reading this story, you're gonna want to know I have a really serious phobia of needles.  Before the day I'm talking about, it was an average little-kid tears sorta thing, but ever since it's been uncontrollable panic attacks at even the thought of a needle.  So this is a story about the WORST behavior I've ever seen from a planet. Anyway, I get in there and I'm already terrified (I'm also maybe eight, definitely way less than 100 pounds) and the nurse waddles in.  From what I remember she's gotta be three, four hundred pounds (not sure, but she was definitely the biggest I'd ever seen).  I'm sitting in one of the chairs instead of on the table because that always makes me more nervous, and she should have been told I was trying to stop being scared so I'd need some help. So she asks me to go sit on the table, I say can we do it on the chair please, because if I sit on there I'm gonna start crying and panicking before she can even get the needle out.  And she grabs my arm in her awful puffy sausages, drags me over to the table, and of course I'm super scared now but I stay still because I want to get this over with. So she turns back around with the antiseptic wipe and that's when I smell it, and I swear to god I remember the exact way she smelled ten years later: it was like sour cheese but also onions a little.  So, because I'm a kid with ADHD, I tell her she smells horrible.  She grabs my arm kinda painfully again and, thinking she's gonna give me the shot, I try to pull away a little.  She yanks me back and starts chewing me out, but her breath is going all over my face and it is possibly worse than her general smell, so I'm not exactly cooperating. I tell her to get off me, at which point-- get this-- she sits on me.  Like straddling an eight-year-old kid on a medical table, trapping pretty much my entire body under her.  The no filter thing makes another appearance and I think I called her a whale or something, but the point was definitely that she was super fat.  She tries to be all sympathetic ("I know this is hard but I need you to cooperate") but given she was pinning my whole body down, I wasn't having it so I started screaming.  She reaches down and puts her hand over my mouth, sorta trying to play it off as a friendly, motherly kinda thing, but I wasn't having that either.  Started thrashing again, bit on whatever I could reach, which turned out to be her forearm, about 1/3 the way down.  If you took a chunk that size out of my arm, you'd probably hit bone, but I swear I just got a hunk of fat.  SO gross.  I could literally see the fat in her arm, all white and bubbly looking. The weirdest thing is that I'm pretty sure she didn't scream or anything.  She just gave me this horrible look, gave me the shot, and spent about another minute pinning me down, lecturing me about calling other people names, it's hurtful, all that.  I don't know why, but I couldn't make my muscles work, was barely breathing, I just lay there and watched her talk.  Double chins, spit, I swear it was like a cartoon.  Anyway she spewed some verbal abuse at me for a while and then, when my dad knocked on the door to see what was taking so long, sent me on out.  I was crying and wouldn't speak, but that was pretty normal after a shot so he let it be. Anyway, it's been about ten years, I've probably seen fatter idiots by now, but I've still never seen one less considerate of other people.  Also, the phobia hasn't recovered despite about three years of therapy.  Thanks, planet nurse.