Congratulations on the dosage adjustment, Devlyn!
I used to have a needle phobia, but I managed to train myself out of it. It is still there, under the surface, but I can avoid having it kick in causing me to pass out. Interestingly, I have to watch them insert the needle or the phobia gets me.
I couldn't handle being a blood donor. The first time, they couldn't find the vein and spent ten minutes poking around trying to find it. I was out like a light. The second time, they found the vein, but didn't get a good flow rate. More poking around trying to re-set the needle, and I was out again. The third time I was okay, but the fourth time, my body decided that I had had enough for no apparent reason. They said I turned an interesting shade of green before I revived.
So I stopped going. It was no fun.