Shot

Ohh, today sucked.
I had to go to my new doctor and get a shot; note I said new. I hated my old doctor, and finally had to transfer to my dad's doctor because she only accepted patients that had a "yearly good bill of health." I'm sooo happy I got away from my old doctor.
So, today I went with my dad, filled out a ton of paperwork, and then was sent to the little room in the back with him where my blood pressure and all that good stuff was taken care of. (By the way, you know the new freaky blood pressure things that actually tighten around your arm? Yeah, that scared the crap out of me. I'd never had one of those kind put on my arm. I'm used to the one where the doctor pumps it with the little squeezy-thing. Lol. xD) Then I had to sit in the room for over an hour, cooking with the agonizing notion that I was about to get a shot.
I hate doctors, and I hate other people with needles. I'm fine when either my friends or I are holding the needle, but freak out when someone else, especially a doctor, is holding any form of a needle.
An hour and forty-five minutes of waiting for one damn little poke with a needle? You've got to be kidding me. It didn't hurt at all...until the fluid was ejected into me; it hurt a bit then. I'm still a little sore now.
My dad wants to take me back to get some other series shot. I'll go mutiny on him if he even tries.
Well, I'm going to stop reliving the shot now. I'm done ranting about the shot for the day. =)

~Duani Y