I remember Ron and I running around a piano, at an area church that had a clinic set up for shots, avoiding Mom's grasp to put us in the line. We were panicking and she was pissed😀 I also remember getting a shot, despite my pleas, that was intended for Ron. Hated shots then, used to them now.😀😀
Wow-at a church! I remember getting them at school. I think the needles were much thicker back then, truly! Your mom probably developed a VERY strong grasp!
Oh Mary, this story had me laughing and squirming in my seat! For my entire childhood, I was needle shy—I hated needles! I would cry so much that my dad had to sit me on his lap, so I would stay still. On one particular doctor’s visit, my dad had me on his lap and as soon as the needle went in, I yelped and pulled my arm away with the needle still in!!! My father yelled for the nurse to pull it out. Needless to say, it wasn’t until my early 30s that I overcame my fear of needles. Hugs!
OUCH!!! You would have thought that the nurse would have already been leaning in to calm you and to pull out the needle! I'm still not fond of blood tests (and don't watch). Thank you, Sweet Friend, for sharing your story. There has GOT to be a better way than needles.
I had to endure similar tests and inoculations before our move to the States in 95. We had to go to a specialty approved doctor in Frankfurt and get out paperwork done at the US Consulate. Fun times! 😉
Oh, man! We just can't escape the shot/bloodletting no matter where we go! Susi, this is so interesting that you were traveling on the same path as me, 20 years later, and in the opposite direction. Thank you for this story.
I remember Ron and I running around a piano, at an area church that had a clinic set up for shots, avoiding Mom's grasp to put us in the line. We were panicking and she was pissed😀 I also remember getting a shot, despite my pleas, that was intended for Ron. Hated shots then, used to them now.😀😀
Wow-at a church! I remember getting them at school. I think the needles were much thicker back then, truly! Your mom probably developed a VERY strong grasp!
Yes she did😀😀
Oh Mary, this story had me laughing and squirming in my seat! For my entire childhood, I was needle shy—I hated needles! I would cry so much that my dad had to sit me on his lap, so I would stay still. On one particular doctor’s visit, my dad had me on his lap and as soon as the needle went in, I yelped and pulled my arm away with the needle still in!!! My father yelled for the nurse to pull it out. Needless to say, it wasn’t until my early 30s that I overcame my fear of needles. Hugs!
OUCH!!! You would have thought that the nurse would have already been leaning in to calm you and to pull out the needle! I'm still not fond of blood tests (and don't watch). Thank you, Sweet Friend, for sharing your story. There has GOT to be a better way than needles.
I had to endure similar tests and inoculations before our move to the States in 95. We had to go to a specialty approved doctor in Frankfurt and get out paperwork done at the US Consulate. Fun times! 😉
Oh, man! We just can't escape the shot/bloodletting no matter where we go! Susi, this is so interesting that you were traveling on the same path as me, 20 years later, and in the opposite direction. Thank you for this story.