I got shot
Three! In one day! Making up for this weekend, yo.
I was all responsible 'n stuff and I went and got my chicken pox vaccination. The rest of it. I'd gotten half of it junior year when I was working at the daycare center, and Maddison came down with what we THOUGHT was the chicken pox. I freaked out, got the first half of the vaccination right before Christmas break. Turns out it wasn't the chicken pox. I had to wait a month to get the second shot, and then I had to not be around babies for thirty days. Um... I worked in a daycare center. No way I could NOT be around babies for thirty days. So I put it off.
And put it off.
And put it off.
And now, with a week left as a student, I decided it was cheaper and easier to finish the darn thing now, even though I'd waited two years from the last one. Yeah, I'm a smart one. So I did it.
You know, things piercing my skin? Not so much loving that. Anything: paper cut, shot, huge major surgical procedure... it's all the same. The skin is a protective layer. It is not meant to be punctured, pierced, or otherwise invaded. I really don't like things going into my skin. I don't actually like watching things go into other people's skin, either. There was a guy across from me getting a flu shot. Couldn't watch. When she came at me with the needle, I had to squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nail into my thumb to distract myself. It's not the pain of the shot I detest, because, yes, it feels like just a pinch. My nail was more painful. It's the knowledge that something is going INTO my skin that gives me the willies. ::shudder::
But it's over. And I should be fully vaccinated against chicken pox now.