Yesterday my school held the (cue scary music) flu clinic. About half my class was signed up to receive their shot at school and in solidarity, I decided to get my own flu shot with the kids. I planned a big speech about my ‘magic secret’ to ensure the shot doesn’t hurt… look away!
Well, as luck would have it, the clinic was running a little behind and our time to go as a group came and went. As we walked to lunch, I found out we’d be summoned in the afternoon.
As I finished my lunch, I was notified my class had gone to get their shots during lunch to save time… without me! Wait, I needed to run down and get mine first, show them how easy it was, and tell them, by all means, look away!
As I bolted into the gym, I realized I was too late. My entire group had already come and gone… they were currently being held for fifteen minutes to make sure nobody had an adverse reaction to the shot. I filled out my form, sat down, looked away, and got my own shot. The nice nurse even gave me a cute band-aid and sticker for my bravery. A sticker really does make everything a little better.
As I sauntered into the waiting room to greet my friends and share my band-aid and sticker, I announced, “Look, I got my shot, it didn’t even hurt!”
“You all were so brave and it didn’t hurt at all did it?” I asked as I pulled my sleeve down from showing my war wound.
“Nooooooo!” They all exclaimed in unison.
“We got the nose spray instead,” one sprout informed me.
As I soon found out, they were all given the choice of a nasal spray or shot and being the wise, shot-adverse five-year-olds they are, elected the spray over a needle in the arm.
Wow, I never felt like such a sucker.