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Tim
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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 25, 2014, 04:02: am
Hi,
I have a story that happened to me when I went back to college. I went back from day 1 at around 30 years old.
I was in shock when I got a yellow notice in class! I had been going to school for 3 years and never got such a notice. I thought it was a mistake. When I asked about it, they said, I could either prove that I had immunity, which meant a blood test, or get the shots. I had never gotten a shot at school before! I could have gone to my own doctor but I didn’t want to spend the money. And I figured, a shot is a shot no matter who gives it. Also, since they give so many at school, I figured they couldn't be bad at it.
So my date for the first one was the following Tuesday. Next week. I didn’t worry about it until like Sunday. It had been years since I got any shot, so I was terrified.
I showed up on that Tuesday to find a line of hundreds of students waiting to sit in 5 seats in the medical office. Then from the five seats, they called each person to a separate room. So I waited on line, watching the nervousness of the other students. I couldn’t believe I was even doing this! I was 10 years older then all of the students.
The line got short and I took a seat on the 4th of 5 seats. They called the first girl and we all moved down a seat. This sucked! Then I was in the 1st seat and I knew I was next. I could hear a few ouches, moans, and cries from the kids getting their shots. This REALLY sucked! My stomach was turning in every direction. All I was hoping is that I’d get one of the pretty young nurses and not the fat ugly ones. When I say fat, I mean like 300 pounds.
So, my name was called and I was led to one of the rooms. I sat up on the table. The nurse was a cute young gorgeous one; Just what I wanted! If I have to die, why not die with a gorgeous nurse...lol
She tried to make small talk with me. Then she asked me which arm I want it in. I said, “I’m not sure.” (none really)...She said, “How about the left one?” I said “okay.” I was dying inside at this point. Another nurse handed her a syringe with a long needle on it. I was ready to faint! Then she held it up and released the air. “Oh god,” I thought! She rolled up my sleeve. She rubbed it with alcohol. Damn that was cold! I new my fate was coming soon!
She then said, "this may hurt a bit." I was now shaking to pieces. She grabbed my arm from underneath. I turned away. Suddenly, STICK! I felt the needle go deep in my arm! It sucked! Then I felt the medicine go in and it started to sting. I grunted a bit. I was thinking “ow ow ow”. It seemed like it lasted forever. It burned more then I wanted it to! Finally, she pulled the needle out. OUCH! That hurt even worse! Then she wiped it with alcohol and said, "You did fine." That didn’t hurt much did it? I kind of grunted. Then she said I had to wait outside on a seat in the hallway for 20 minutes. (I thought, no way.) I went into the hallway where I saw loads of students in tears holding their arms.
We all looked at each other. I decided to just leave. I knew that I had to come back in a month! So I left and my arm ached like hell. I couldn’t believe how much it ached! There was no rash or bad reaction. My arm hurt for like 2 days and I could still feel the sting of the needle....YUCK! I couldn’t believe I had to come back in a month!!!!! But that’s another story.
I have many stories I can tell, especially when I was a kid. My grandfather was my doctor!!!!! But that’s another time.
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