Docs and Me

Show me an injection and I feel all boneless inside. Hospitals scare the hell outta me. I was born premature and my family is quite amazed about how that lil thing has grown up so much. When I was little I used to end up in the hospital almost every week. I used to hate those trips to the hospitals because then I would be stuffed with medicines. Yuckie!

Mom used to fool me into getting injections; otherwise I would have gone kicking and screaming. In fact once I ran out of the doctors room. A nurse would always be ready to grab hold me. I have never liked hospitals, I am all for taking others there. But when it comes to going to the doc because I am not well or hurt good god no!

I can’t even see my dog getting an injection, as soon as he gets an injection I go hug him and give him a biscuit. Considering what I go through for an injection I can only imagine his plight. About two years back I had to get a shot and dad took me to the clinic. With dad you cannot make any excuses. So I sat, grabbed dads’ hand and hid my face in his arm and felt the needle in my arm. The nurse kept cooing “its almost done… don’t worry… that’s all…” Yeah rite she is not the one with the needle in her arm.

Ms. nothings aplenty took me to the doc to check if everything was okay, since I had hurt my hip. I gave her a tough time. Poor woman. But the best part was that I am fine and I really didn’t have to go through any torture in the hospital. And considering the proposals that are coming my way are mostly docs, I am still convincing mom that docs and me…it just wouldn’t work.