By Tony Hicks
Thursday, February 11th, 2010 at 4:28 pm in Uncategorized.
I know I usually document the guilt and horror I associate with getting my little girl shots every time that happens. So if you’re sick of the story – and, really, who could blame you? – I won’t hold it against you to leave right now.
So did I mention how much it sucks whenever I have to get my kid shots?
She doesn’t like the doctor anyway. She was pissed today. She didn’t like the nurse measuring her, she didn’t like the doctor checking her ears, and she especially didn’t like him looking down her throat. It’s a good thing I made her leave her gun in the car.
Then came the shots. In the leg. One after the other. She’d calmed down by then … then the needle went in and she looked at me for a millisecond like “What the …”
Then the awful screaming started. She tried moving her leg when the evil nurse started attacking with the second needle. I felt like a traitor when I grabbed her leg to steady it while the nurse finished her cruel work.
I bought her a puppy on the way home and all was forgiven.
OK, that’s a lie.