Jabs

On Friday we went for a proper vaccination session. I, who’ve taken a pretty decent collection of vaccinations  throughout the years already, only had to have two injections. But Brian, who hasn’t gotten any vaccinations since his childhood immunization ones, had to take five!! Four in one arm, one in the other. And he has to take another two, another one in a few weeks and one when we’re back from the trip.

You don’t see Brian pale very often at all, there are not many things that makes his knees go weak. He likes to call himself a buffalo. Cool, calm, and collected, as the diver term goes. But he’s not too fond of injections. As we were waiting for the doctor to prep all the jabs he was looking more and more anxious and kept trying to hide it by playing around with the kids toys meant to distract kids who are really scared of syringes. He claims he wasn’t nervous at all, he was only acting like this to psyche me up for my shots. Which he kind of succeeded in doing. But the doctor was very funny and professional and FAST. I didn’t have time to react, he just grabbed my arm and the syringes went pfft – pfft and it was over. He went over to Brian and went pfft – pfft – pfft – pfft – other arm – pfft and it was over. Brian almost looked disappointed with how quick and easy it was, he must have been anticipating a horrendous hour of horror. And now he claims he’s so well vaccinated he could eat a five day old road killed African chicken with salmonella, hepatitis and tetanus without having a problem. I wouldn’t recommend it.

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