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Jul. 19th, 2005 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brokenrecordSo, I went out to eat breakfast this morning after my mom woke me up, and as I was sitting down, she told me "I woke you up a few minutes earlier today because... TODAY IS THE DAY YOU GET YOUR TETANUS SHOT!" I had told her to just make the appointment and not tell me about it or else I'd fret over it, and so... that's what she did. It worked well, too, because I only had an hour to start worrying about it. If I'd known it was today, I wouldn't have been able to fall asleep. To make matters worse, she told me that they wouldn't give me the shot until giving me a physical exam. gah. I think I actually started to worry about that even more than the shot, at that point.
Ok, so we went into the exam room thing and I didn't really want my mom to come in with me, but she did and I didn't really feel like saying anything because I felt like I was going to vomit, so... I just let her come. The physical actually wasn't bad. They weighed me too which usually I... really don't like, but it was ok this time. The thing is, I stopped weighing myself when I was like... 13 because I was always heavier than I wanted to be and... it was depressing. And it's really annoying when people bitch about their weight, so I just didn't want it to be a focus. The last time I got weighed was a year and a half ago: I had missed 7 days from school from being sick, so my mom took me to Woodbridge Walk-In and since I hadn't been there in years, they weighed me. The good thing about this time, though, was that I was only 1 pound heavier than the last time I was weighed. I mean, I'd love to be 50 pounds lighter (30, at least), but... I'm just happy that I'm not gaining a bunch of weight every year.
Anyways. Enough about that. After pretty much everything else in the world, the nurse came in to give me a shot. Then, of course, she was all "Oh, and I'm also supposed to take some blood!" guh. Taking blood from the finger hurts more than shots, so I started freaking out even more. I started crying at that point. Actually, I started crying the second the doctor came in, but that was more just tearing up. I stopped once the physical started. I told you, I'm totally freaked out by shots/needles and I hate the doctor. I get it from my dad, totally. I mean, for example, on Sunday he wasn't able to hear very much out of this one ear and he was freaking out that he was going deaf, but he hates doctors as much as I do, so he refused to go there. My mom told me that he was upset about it and had called her and was all "I'm depressed. I'm worried about my health." and my mom was all "IT'S JUST EARWAX." Which it was. But, yeah. This is just to prove that it's not my fault how freaked out I get and it's totally because of my dad. So anyways. I was crying and I closed my eyes and she did the shot and it fucking hurt. Like, the doctor, when he came in, said that there was someone my age there earlier that week like me, totally freaked, but then said it wasn't as bad as she thought afterwards (although I swear I've heard that story every single fucking time I've been to the doctors to get a shot, so I'm pretty sure they just make that person up every time), but... that's not me. It hurt just as bad as I thought. The prick of the needle didn't hurt as much, but when the... stuff went into my arm, that hurt. guh. And then she went to my finger and pricked it and she was good at that, actually. It didn't hurt as much as the shot, which is bizarre, because the finger's so much more sensitive than the arm.
But yeah. That was over. Then they made me take a urine sample which was bizarre, since I've never had to do that before, and then they made us wait for like 15 min for the results. And a nurse just came back in and was all "You're negative!" and left. So, I'm not sure what I'm negative for, but I'm assuming that's good.
So, yes. That was my horrible morning. And my arm, where they gave me the shot, is kind of sore. blah. And, plus, I still have to write the goddamn essay for SAT class. sigh. I'll do it after lunch, I suppose.
Oh, but also, when we were there? The doctor started telling us about this shot they suggest that teenagers should get but that "unfortunately" they were out of it that day. Thank god. I'm not getting anything that's not required. If I have to get shots/blood taken to go to college, then fine, but nothing that's just suggested. My mom said she'd take a pamphlet on it, but I told her there's no chance in hell I'm going back.
Working at the animal shelter better be awesome after putting me through all this.
Ok, so we went into the exam room thing and I didn't really want my mom to come in with me, but she did and I didn't really feel like saying anything because I felt like I was going to vomit, so... I just let her come. The physical actually wasn't bad. They weighed me too which usually I... really don't like, but it was ok this time. The thing is, I stopped weighing myself when I was like... 13 because I was always heavier than I wanted to be and... it was depressing. And it's really annoying when people bitch about their weight, so I just didn't want it to be a focus. The last time I got weighed was a year and a half ago: I had missed 7 days from school from being sick, so my mom took me to Woodbridge Walk-In and since I hadn't been there in years, they weighed me. The good thing about this time, though, was that I was only 1 pound heavier than the last time I was weighed. I mean, I'd love to be 50 pounds lighter (30, at least), but... I'm just happy that I'm not gaining a bunch of weight every year.
Anyways. Enough about that. After pretty much everything else in the world, the nurse came in to give me a shot. Then, of course, she was all "Oh, and I'm also supposed to take some blood!" guh. Taking blood from the finger hurts more than shots, so I started freaking out even more. I started crying at that point. Actually, I started crying the second the doctor came in, but that was more just tearing up. I stopped once the physical started. I told you, I'm totally freaked out by shots/needles and I hate the doctor. I get it from my dad, totally. I mean, for example, on Sunday he wasn't able to hear very much out of this one ear and he was freaking out that he was going deaf, but he hates doctors as much as I do, so he refused to go there. My mom told me that he was upset about it and had called her and was all "I'm depressed. I'm worried about my health." and my mom was all "IT'S JUST EARWAX." Which it was. But, yeah. This is just to prove that it's not my fault how freaked out I get and it's totally because of my dad. So anyways. I was crying and I closed my eyes and she did the shot and it fucking hurt. Like, the doctor, when he came in, said that there was someone my age there earlier that week like me, totally freaked, but then said it wasn't as bad as she thought afterwards (although I swear I've heard that story every single fucking time I've been to the doctors to get a shot, so I'm pretty sure they just make that person up every time), but... that's not me. It hurt just as bad as I thought. The prick of the needle didn't hurt as much, but when the... stuff went into my arm, that hurt. guh. And then she went to my finger and pricked it and she was good at that, actually. It didn't hurt as much as the shot, which is bizarre, because the finger's so much more sensitive than the arm.
But yeah. That was over. Then they made me take a urine sample which was bizarre, since I've never had to do that before, and then they made us wait for like 15 min for the results. And a nurse just came back in and was all "You're negative!" and left. So, I'm not sure what I'm negative for, but I'm assuming that's good.
So, yes. That was my horrible morning. And my arm, where they gave me the shot, is kind of sore. blah. And, plus, I still have to write the goddamn essay for SAT class. sigh. I'll do it after lunch, I suppose.
Oh, but also, when we were there? The doctor started telling us about this shot they suggest that teenagers should get but that "unfortunately" they were out of it that day. Thank god. I'm not getting anything that's not required. If I have to get shots/blood taken to go to college, then fine, but nothing that's just suggested. My mom said she'd take a pamphlet on it, but I told her there's no chance in hell I'm going back.
Working at the animal shelter better be awesome after putting me through all this.
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Date: 2005-07-20 02:19 am (UTC)It actually wasn't so bad. Well, the morning sucked, but now that it's over, it's like... the best day ever, simply because I did it and got through it and now I no longer have to worry about it.