So I went to the docs yesterday for my 5 year check up. Turns out, I had to get 3 shots! And I wanted them. I had heard a Curious George story about him going to the hospital and getting some shots...so I asked Mom if I could get a shot too. I did a hearing test (put blocks in basket when I hear a beep), an eye test (read shapes and stuff from several feet back), finger prick (to test for anemia and it didn't even hurt), and some other stuff. I'm almost 40 pounds! I asked lots and lots of questions to the nurse....like....what's that? what does that do? what is that noise? what are you doing? is it time for my shots? what are you writing? what is that light? why is it beeping? what does that say? what's next? and then? where are the shots? why are there 3? why not just one? how about 5? what is that for? and on and on and on....
I didn't cry at all when I got my shots (and she said I must be super brave b/c everyone cries when they get the MMR shot...but not me!) But that night, my arm was hurting and I was whining. And today, I'm kinda tired feeling and a little cranky. Boo.
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