The Fear

I just got jabbed today.

The Australian government is giving out a set of 'free' injections that aim to prevent cervical cancer in women. The injection is known as Gardasil.


Fortunately or unfortunately, I managed to put it off for quite a while. Until this week when my mum asked if I wanted to get it (even though I'd asked her 6 months ago if I should go get it...she scoffed at me that time) and decided that I should go get the jab before it stopped being free and I would have to fork out AUD$200 just to get poked in the arm. Today just had to be the day.

My face looked something like this as the doctor jabbed me:

(>_<)

I. Hate. Needles.

Especially if I don't have anythng to numb it. She told me what the purpose of the shot was, and then told me about any after effects that might occur.
She said the worst was that I would have a sore arm.

That didn't help.

She poked me with the cylinder first, but that didn't exactly help me to deal with it. It just made me get even more nervous.

So that's when I scrunched my eyes up into a million tiny wrinkles and grabbed onto the arm of the chair, hanging on for dear life and squeezing any life it had out of it.
Rest assured, the chair is very much dead. But I've walked away from it alive - a survivor with a very sensitive arm.

Let's just say if you touch it now, my other, much stronger arm will put you in a headlock and attempt to strangle you.

Mishy <3>