So I still may or may not have the chicken pox. The doctor didn’t see the antibodies she wanted to see, so she wants me to come in for a vaccination. Apparently this will help even if I have contracted the disease. On the bright side, it’ll give me the opportunity to enjoy another face to face with the Nurse with a big sticker:
NWABS: “Okay, squeeze this ball. You’ll feel a little prick.”
Me: “Rghgahh.”
NWABS: “Okay, let go of the ball.. let go of the ball…no really, open your hand…thatta girl…”
Me: “Rrrrggah. Rrrrraowr. Grrrr.”
NWABS: “Are you making noises at me?”
Me: “Rgagaghass. Yes ma’am. It’s not personal.”
NWABS: “I didn’t think it was. There, now. That wasn’t so bad.”
Me: “Rgahahagrrrrr.”
NWABS: “A bandaid, and it’s done! You were very brave.”
Me: “…hrmmm.”
