I know I need them, I have wicked asthma and I am in a high risk group. I try every year to avoid it, cause well, I'm a weenie and I hate needles. It totally wigs me out to think of a sliver of metal be plunged into my bod. It's just not right.
Anyway my doc, who is truly fabulous and funny, hoofnagled me into it today. She pulled out all the stops, recounting my asthma induced trips to the ER when I didn't even have a cold, much less the flu, and the last two intensive care patients she treated for pneumonia complications after the flu "ah... if they had only gotten that little shot..." The she claimed she wouldn't force me... but then said the heck with that and wrote it up anyway. With a sinister smile, she backed out of the room, hands held up oh-so-non-threatening, like she was tip toeing out of a lion's den. "Okay" she cooed "you just stay right there and we might even get you a lolly after."
So they stabbed me and pumped me full of dead viral chicken eggs, I bled like crazy, I now am achy and crazy dehydrated and there were absolutely no lollys for my pain and suffering!
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