Flu Shot Frenzy
I just got my annual flu shot. While I was there, a young child was also getting his. This boy was clearly not any more excited about getting his anymore than I was about getting mine, but our reactions were a bit different. I went in the brave soul ready and willing to pull up the shirt sleeve and take the pain in order to lessen the possibility of getting the dreaded winter ailment. The poor child knew why he was at the clinic and he was okay when his dad got his vaccine and things were still all right when his sister had her turn with the needle, but when they turned to him and said, ”You’re next,” that’s when the screaming fit and chaos began. His arms were flying and his feet were kicking so that they had to bring in “assistance” to help hold him down. All of this was taking place while I was waiting for my turn, but as I heard him, my anxiety level began going up—would I still be brave and ready when it was my turn after hearing the commotion? Why is it that the a...