Working at a hospital, I am required to get a flu shot every year. This year, they gave them out early due to preparations for H1N1. If you know me well, you know I DESPISE needles. I know, I know… they don’t really hurt and it’s a teeny tiny needle… blah, blah, blah. I don’t care. It’s the principal of the thing. The thought of that teeny tiny needle poking through my skin gives me the heebie jeebies. Like, serious life-or-death heebie jeebies. I know I should always get a flu shot, and I always do. But that doesn’t mean I like it.
About five years ago my mom had to trick me to get my flu shot. It was horrible! One sunny Saturday morning she said “Hey Cami, I got a surprise for you!”
I grinned. “You do? What is it?!”
“It’s a surprise, come on let’s go!”
Ohhh I was so excited. We hopped in the car and she drove me to the HEALTH DEPARTMENT. I knew right then and there it wasn’t the happy surprise she had made it out to be. Boo.
Anyway, half of my co-workers are nurses and they find my fear perfectly hilarious. So hilarious in fact, that they take pictures of me in my moment of pure terror. Behold, Cambria’s Flu Shot ’09:
Simply looking at that picture makes my heart race and my stomach queasy. This year was especially scary (hilarious) because usually the shot administerer says something to the effect of, “Okay, you’re gonna fee a little poke.” But my good friend Natalie, the Employee Health Nurse, didn’t. We were chatting and laughing about my fear when all of the sudden I see her hand with a needle in it raise to my arm out of the corner of my eye. I freaked. She totally caught me off-guard! Everyone started laughing at me, “She didn’t even touch you yet!” So not funny.
Anyway, go get your flu shot and don’t be a baby like me.
(Seriously, this song get’s stuck in my head all. the. time.)