It's that time of year again.
Hospitals these days employ stealth, no-nonsense operatives . . . licensed to cruise their floors and seek out employees/privileged physicians who have not submitted to the Influenza vaccine.
While in the past, such operatives have had to chase me with the needle (I once got sick after a shot - very sick - it probably had nothing to do with the shot - but the guilt by association was there all the same), this time I sought them out and dutifully presented my arm. Because last, year, ladies and gentlemen, that sucker WORKED!
The seasoned OB nurse right in front of me was in full drama mode, "Don't hurt me . . . please don't hurt me . . . I hurt easily."
So (of course) I teased, "Yes, HURT her . . . WOUND her . . . make her squeal . . . squeal like a pig . . . eeekkk . . . eeekkk . . . souweeeeeee!"
The operative threw me a look that could kill. Laughter ensued.
I subsequently took my medicine in silence. It did not hurt much at all . . . akin to a wimpy bee-sting. And it's not sore.
Update: Chuckle. I have been chastised by a regular reader for the "squeal like a pig" analogy (shades of Deliverance).
Monday, October 27, 2008
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