Ok, so I get that there are things in this big, wide world of ours that can be dangerous.
Particularly to the young or old (and infirm...though the less I go down that route the better, especially after a rather runny bowl of cereal). However, can someone P-L-E-A-S-E find a better way of protecting us than with a flippin’ huge needle, delivered by the Gruffalo’s long-lost ugly sister!
Yes, you’ve guessed it – vaccination week has just placed its stinging claws on my fair, rosy behind, with a quite literal sting-in-the-tail to boot!
I understand the rationale, as well as long-term benefits, but a sticker and a pinch of my cheek (no, not that one, keep it above the waist despite the fact that the nurse seemingly couldn’t), in no way counter-balances the pain and embarrassment.
Let me be clear – it hurts having a syringe the size of your arm inserted into a buttock sufficiently enough (notably so when you accidently flop down onto a poorly-placed Stickle Brick) without the sucker-punch.
I enjoy being the focus of attention just as much as the next miniature snugbug, but there’s a time and a place.
And, for future reference for all concerned, being bare-backside in front of an entire room of would-be medical students is not it.
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