Touch my arms, and you DIE!

"Then they hold you down and give you the shot and you cry and you cry and they say, "there now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" but it is bad, Tommy, real bad!" -Chuckie Finster

I went to the doctor's today...*insert cutesy little picture of me with a lollipop and a sticker.*

Oh honey...I WISH it went like that.

Yes, I got three of these lovely things. I got...chicken pox, something or other, and the lovely new one called Gardisil...with the funny commercials and the dancing and singing and "I WANNA BE ONE LESS! (ONE LESS!)"

Bullshit. I wanna be one less girl that has to get this futhermucking shot.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a baby when it comes to shots. But let's just say they don't make me the least bit comfortable. When I was little, I was one of those kids at the doctor's office...yeah, you know the ones...the kids that SCREAM bloody murder when Nurse Brute approaches you with those suckers. Little as they are, they felt as if they'd used this sucker:

YEAH. OW.

Fuggin' A, my arms hurt...and I have a softball game this afternoon! Yesss, best day of my life, lemme tell ya.
Just wait until tomorrow, when my arms feel like they're about to fall off...

Where's my fuckin' lollipop?!?

Comments

Alex said…

ooooo that sucks some major balls!!!

random political fact thingy: the governor of texas was going to require every girl age 12 (i think... maybe? i dont know... something young like that) to get the gardisil shot. yeah. we need to watch out for all the STDs in the pre-teens. grr.

lol random rant!...

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