Arm + Needle = Negative, Oh?

Ok, so I signed up to give blood at the Blood Drive Wednesday at work. Anyone is welcome to give, but I just so happen to work in the building where they are having the drive.
One of the deciding factors was the chance to win a trip for four to Disney World. I have been there once before, but I was too young to remember much of anything.
Somewhere there exist some pictures of me when I was there. I think I was like, 2.
I was wrapped in some sort of cover-all thing that must have been popular for 2-year-olds of the day.

Anyway, this afternoon, some girls came by the cube to give out stuff to people that are planning to give blood tomorrow. They checked my name off the list (since I have an appointment for 12:30), and gave me some Animal Crackers and some vile-tasting Gatorade. They said it was to help make sure my iron level was pretty high.
No one has ever done that for me before.
Typically I just get the crackers after I give blood.
I do not think I really need them, though.
However, they were good, so all is well.

I hate needles. Period.
The thought of having one go into me scares me.
SO...I always tell the nurse/assistant to make sure she does NOT let me see the needle.
I say "she" simply because it has never, EVER, been a male. No matter which state I am in.
Not to say it is impossible.
Though, I would probably be more comfortable with a female anyway. Except...for when things go wrong. The younger they are, the more apt they are to freak out. Things HAVE gone wrong before, girls HAVE freaked out before, especially when the problem results in me blacking out. It is always the older, wiser, nurse that knows how to handle the situation.
I have no real opinion as to how I think a male would handle a problem.

I think that I am done with this post now.
I'll just have to post more later.