There is nothing more I hate in this world than needles, with the exception of balloons. I am terrified of them and whine like a 2 year old when I have to get them. Since I am going back to school, for early childhood care, I have to get an immunization sheet signed by my doctor indicating that I am up to date with my shots. Well since I am deathly terrified of needles, I have not gotten any shots since who knows when. Today I made an appointment to go see my doctor to get my sheet signed. I was crusing down the road all happy listening to music without a care in the world. When I got to the doctors I found out that I need ALL of my shots, not just one. AHHHH! Right then and there he sent me to see the nurse and pricked me with the first needle. "Owwww" I rubbed my arm with a sad look on my face. I was then told to come back tomorrow for a blood test (which is worse than a shot to the arm) to determine if I still have antibodies for Hep B and MMR. My guess is no. This is worse now that I know what is in store for me. Today wasn't so bad since I was oblivious to the fact that I was going to be abused by the nurse with a sharp object. I left the doctors office very quietly, walked slowly to my car and drove home staring into the abyss with no music on wondering what just happened back there? This isn't the first time I've been to the doctor and he surprised me with a needle. I guess in my opinion it is better for me that way or else I might never go to the doctors. I guess it wasn't that bad.....
