Immunizations

For as long as I can remember, I've hated needles. Perhaps hate isn't even the right word, more like petrified. I cry, I shake, I squirm, and at one point in my life it took 4 nurses to hold me down so that they could take blood from my arm. I hate blood and I can hardly even straighten out my arms because I hate seeing all the veins there. Ugh, the whole thing just grosses me out. I remember one time when I was really young, my baby sister was jumping from couch to couch and fell, landing on an iced mug that my mother used to keep in the freezer so that her Pepsi was always nice and cold. Blood started gushing from her eye (it wasn't exactly her eye, but right beside it, thankfully. But what did I know? I was only about 6 at the time) and I screamed bloody murder. It's likely that I scared her more than the fall and cut itself. And away she went, to the hospital, as I sobbed until her return. So the whole thought of blood freaks me out, even when it isn't mine, and it certainly wasn't the first, or last, time that I cried over someone else's wounds.

Anyway, there is a point to this. I promise.

I had to get not one, not two, but FIVE needles yesterday! Some were just regular vaccines that were out of date while others were for certain countries that we plan to visit while living in the Middle-East. I would have bet a million dollars that there would be tears, hand holding and a whole lot of freaking out. But for some strange reason, I took it like a champ! And it's a good thing too that no bets were made, because I would be in a whole lot of debt if that were the case. Perhaps it's just that I'm growing up or that I knew that the needles were for a good cause. Whatever the case may be, I'm glad that my 25 year old self didn't make a huge scene in the nurses office, causing an embarrassment.