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November 05, 2007
Overheard at the Allergist’s
A boy of about five years wails after he gets his shot. “It really hurts!”
His mother, who doesn’t seem to notice that her son’s anger is as bright as his blond hair, murmurs something about how it can’t hurt that badly.
“It does!”
Because we all go through this every week, the nurse has a cold pack waiting, which she lays on the child’s arm. “Does that make it feel better?”
“Not at all.”
I’m with the kid on that one.
Posted by adrienne at November 5, 2007 05:06 PM
Comments
I remember going to the allergist for shots. He was the only doctor I liked. He was old enough to be my grandpa and he windsurfed. I thought that was the coolest. I got shots for over 13 years in both arms. The injection site on my right arm would swell up everytime to the size of a golf ball. My left arm was never affected too much by the shots. I'm glad I'm done with them.
Posted by: Kelly at November 6, 2007 10:42 AM
My eldest used to make the excuse she had to go to the bathroom if there was any indication a needle was in her future at the pediatrician's office.
Apparently, lots of other kids had this very same idea...there are no locks on the bathrooms.
Posted by: Vivian at November 6, 2007 11:48 AM
Kelly, My left arm is still totally swollen and itchy from my shot yesterday, so at this moment I am not feeling the love for modern medicine.
Vivian, Well, it certainly never occurred to me to hide in the bathroom when I was a kid. That's pretty bright, if you ask me. Too bad about the locks, though.
Posted by: adrienne at November 6, 2007 09:45 PM
Which hurts more-- the shot itself, or being told by someone else that the shot can't possibly hurt "that badly?"
Posted by: Alkelda at November 6, 2007 10:20 PM