She and the Littlest Carrotstick had to get their immunizations updated at the beginning of this last school year. Who was more freaked out by it -- the 7th grader or the kindergartener? The 7th grader. She worried and stressed and anticipated for an entire month before it even happened. But, no shots = a possible crippling or deadly disease AND homeschool with mom (which would be painful for both of us!) So, though they hurt a little, she got the shots.
We told her she had to be 12 before she could get her ears pierced. Why? I don't know. I had to wait till I was 12 . . . gotta carry on false traditions . . . Her birthday came and went and she said nothing about getting her ears pierced. She even got cute earrings from her Aunt for her birthday, but still nothing. Again with the needle thing. (Apparently the ends of the studs qualify as needles -- they poke through skin.) And potential pain.
But the lure of wearing cute, outfit-coordinating earrings was too great, and finally, last week, she gathered her courage and was ready to take the big pierced ear plunge.
It hurt. But she survived. And now she can wear earrings.
Example 3: This week, the very last week of school, she got sick. And she really didn't want to miss the last days of school. She wanted to go, to socialize, to get her yearbook signed. When the doctor confirmed that she had Strep, he told her that if she took antibiotics orally, she would still be contagious for 24 more hours and would only be able to go to school on the very last day. Butt, if she got the shot, she would only be contagious for 6 more hours and could go for the last two days.
The tears began to flow.
And she cried and cried.
She really hates shots.
In the end, she got the shot.
And it hurt. Butt she really wanted her yearbook.
I know, I know. I'm overdoing it on the sophomoric body part puns. You'd think I was a 12 year-old boy.
hypodermic picture by ironic tonic