Recently I had to take my 14 year old daughter and 11 year old son to get their flu shots.
The morning of the day, I texted my daughter.
“Flu shot after school today” and she responded “when and where”
And that was it.
It was slightly different with Young Ladrinka.
First of all, I had to tell him in person, while he was sitting on a fainting couch, surrounded by loved ones.
“Today we have to go get your flu vaccination,” I started as he paled.
“Vaccination is shot, isn’t it?” he j’accused, making shot sound more life-ending than life-saving.
“Yes, but it will be very quick.”
“It’s always very quick, and then the pain is forever,” he looked into the middle distances and rocked a little bit.
“Your arm will be sore for a bit, but not long.”
“Last time I got shot in my right arm, I was almost paralyzed.”
“You were not paralyzed.”
“It felt like I was.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“I think I know how I felt. It was the worst pain in the world.”
“Not as bad as when they tested for iron.”
“I remember that hurt.”
“Yeah, she said she needs a little blood and then stabbed my finger. It still sort of hurts.”
“When I think about it.”
“Maybe not think about it.”
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You’ll be happy to know that the shots were very quick, delivered in quick succession to both kids. My daughter is fine, Young Ladrinka has a limited range of movement, emotional distress and is trying to piece together a loss of future earnings and enjoyment of life claim with his legal team.
I’ll keep you posted.
One year ago ...