I don’t understand why I became such a scaredy cat when I became an adult. When I was a kid I was not at all afraid of injections. Doctors and dentists even used to praise me for being a brave kid because I didn’t cry when I got my first teeth pulled out or when I had my booster shots.
But now? I’m a chicken.
Last Wednesday was the start of our annual physical exam and I wasn’t exactly happy to hear that news, even though it is supposedly a benefit for us, because our health will get checked and all.
Still, how could I possibly be thrilled at the thought of going on a fast (as in no food and water for like 7 hours) just so they can stick a needle in me and drain me of a few drops of my precious blood? The last time I had a physical exam, I actually fainted, so you can’t exactly blame me for worrying that the same thing will happen again. And as if that’s not icky enough, there is also the matter of the stool sample and having to strip and subject yourself to the hands and eyes of several strangers. Ugh.
On day one I was early, so I can get the blood part over with. The blood guy couldn’t find any veins in the insides of both my elbows so he couldn’t extract any blood from me there. So he had no choice but to get it from the back of my hand, where it is more painful, by the way. Thankfully, I did not faint after that little episode.
It wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it’s something I have to deal with like life’s other necessary things. Still, I managed to go through all that so whew! I’m done for the year. I hope I get good results though. All I’m certain of right now is that I still have perfect vision and that I have pretty normal overall outer health.
But that’s not yet it for my medical episode, because after our physical exam was done, the varicella virus vaccine (wow, alliteration!) that Keso and I ordered arrived.
Varicella, by the way, is the scientific name for chicken pox. Yes, both of us were lucky enough that we had never gotten it before. But we knew that as we grew older, it could cause more damage on our skin, so we had to do something to prevent that from ever happening.
So when it arrived, we had it promptly administered. And for that, they had to use a needle once again. Ugh! I just looked away when Nurse Sofia stuck it into my left shoulder. I can’t say it didn’t hurt, because it stung a lot, even after the needle was pulled out of my skin.
Still, I can handle a little pain if it means I can be worry-free for the next twenty five years or even the rest of my life. So…whoopee! ^_^