I should say that I like the ones I work with but then again they never approach me with a needle or some other equally nefarious object.
I went to Dr Brian this week for my 6 month check up. What was a nice, routine visit suddenly turned into a horror story.
As he was fixin to leave he suddenly asked me when my last tetanus shot was.
Seeing as I can't remember yesterday I had no clue.
He said July 7, 2010? I said no, no I don't think so!
He totally guilted me into getting it because I had told him that the next time I was in I would bring pictures of my new niece or nephew (he has young kids) He told me that if I was going to be around a baby and be a good and responsible Aunt that I needed to get an updated tetanus shot because the whooping cough was going around as was presimuss? (i have no clue) and while that would just give me a cough it could be very harmful to the baby and they would be hospital bound and possibly could threaten their life.
By the time he got done I felt like some sort a non tetanus shot taking serial killer so I agreed to it. (really he didn't give me a choice!!)
He left and the Nurse came in, who I really think I used to go to church with but I was a tad too distracted by the needle to have a social visit at that particular moment.
She came in with the needle and immediately my head swung around as far as it would go in the opposite direction from the needle (I do this every single time)
She observed from my head contortions that I was not a fan of the needle.
duh.
She started flopping my arm around and telling me to just relax and loosen up.
I informed her that she was holding a needle which she was about to stab into my body. This was as "relaxed" as I was going to get.
(I'm not too friendly when you're getting ready to torture me)
She stuck, no, JABBED the needle in and I began to breathe again.
She said oh good job you didn't even cry!
I said oh no, I usually don't cry. I get dizzy and sometimes pass out.
She gave me a look and told me that might have been helpful to know before the shot.
I smiled.
And then I ran for the hills before anyone could decide that I needed any other services.
I went to Dr Brian this week for my 6 month check up. What was a nice, routine visit suddenly turned into a horror story.
As he was fixin to leave he suddenly asked me when my last tetanus shot was.
Seeing as I can't remember yesterday I had no clue.
He said July 7, 2010? I said no, no I don't think so!
He totally guilted me into getting it because I had told him that the next time I was in I would bring pictures of my new niece or nephew (he has young kids) He told me that if I was going to be around a baby and be a good and responsible Aunt that I needed to get an updated tetanus shot because the whooping cough was going around as was presimuss? (i have no clue) and while that would just give me a cough it could be very harmful to the baby and they would be hospital bound and possibly could threaten their life.
By the time he got done I felt like some sort a non tetanus shot taking serial killer so I agreed to it. (really he didn't give me a choice!!)
He left and the Nurse came in, who I really think I used to go to church with but I was a tad too distracted by the needle to have a social visit at that particular moment.
She came in with the needle and immediately my head swung around as far as it would go in the opposite direction from the needle (I do this every single time)
She observed from my head contortions that I was not a fan of the needle.
duh.
She started flopping my arm around and telling me to just relax and loosen up.
I informed her that she was holding a needle which she was about to stab into my body. This was as "relaxed" as I was going to get.
(I'm not too friendly when you're getting ready to torture me)
She stuck, no, JABBED the needle in and I began to breathe again.
She said oh good job you didn't even cry!
I said oh no, I usually don't cry. I get dizzy and sometimes pass out.
She gave me a look and told me that might have been helpful to know before the shot.
I smiled.
And then I ran for the hills before anyone could decide that I needed any other services.
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