Was it Really That Bad?

"The Child" had to get four shots today. That was real fun!

On Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's between 1:00 and 3:00 p.m. there is a walk-in immunization clinic at the doctor's office. So I decided that I should get a head start and try to get there early so that I could see the doctor first. Let me just run this process down for you. First of all I am a military wife so things run a little different for me when it comes to medical check-ups. Before I can even walk into the doctor's office I have to get any medical records that are needed. So, when I get there I stand in the line to get "The Child's" records. After about 15 minutes of standing in this line I finally get my turn. Well guess what? No records. "I am very sorry ma'am but we can not seem to locate your daughter's file. This may take a little while so could you please stand over there while we try to find them." So one of the people at the desk goes to the back while the others stay up front to help more people. So now the clock is ticking and the extra time I thought I had is dwindling down. Finally, one of the geniuses that work at the desk calls me over and tells me that they are going to make a temporary file for me so that "The Child" can get her shots. Thank God I had a copy of her shot records because we would have been SOL. So now I am walking towards the doctor's office and when I open the door I swear I see a sea of people. I guess they all had the same idea that I had, to get there early to get seen first. Lucky for them they had locatable medical files. Anyway, I wait for about half an hour before the nurse finally calls us. At fist I think that everything is going to go smoothly. "The Child" sits on the seat and tells me that she is fine, she is a big girl, and that she can do it. When the nurse turns around she has four needles in her hand. "The Child" then looks at me as if the world is coming to an end. She then starts to scream as if she is being murdered. She does this for the rest of the time that we are in the room. Needless to say I had to carry her out of the doctor's office because she was "too weak to walk". I guess I am in for it tonight. Let's see what else the little "Drama Princess" can say or do!