needles and news
One thing I really don't like is needles. No, I really really don't like needles. I'm a huge baby when it comes to shots. I'm such a wuss...... Anyway, today was flu shot day at work. I always sign up to get them, because I've had the flu, and don't want it if I can help it. If I'm going to spend a week off, I'd rather it not be for that. So, I get up bright and early, and thianks to the email I sent home from work yesterday, I remembered to wear short sleeves. On the walk to Starbucks and the bus, I start thinking about that damned shot. I know better than that, but I just can't seem to stop myself. By the time I got to work, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I finished my coffee though. Unfortunately, I ended up in the break room just as the nurses got there and were setting up. Bad timing on my part. I didn't need to see them yet. I go back to my desk and try to do a little work to take my mind off of it, then remember I need my insurance card for when I went back there. I try to get my card out of my wallet, but I'm shaking by now of course. I'd already made arrangements with one of my co-workers to go back with me, it's an annual thing. She holds me while I get the shot, so a) I don't see it, and b) I don't pass out *that has happened before with me and shots*.... By the time my friend came to my desk, I was already crying just a little, not too badly... just a few tears.... She'd never seen me do that before. She actually told me "You know you don't 'have' to do this.", but I insisted, I said I'd rather face the needle than have the flu. So we go back, and she helps me with the scantron paperwork. You know, fill in the dots with the pencil stuff. People are over there getting their shots, and I'm getting paler and paler by the moment. So we go over, I sit down, and my friend buries my head somewhere between her stomach and her chest. The nurse does her stuff... and it HURTS! Of course I jumped a little, sissy that I am. It's just a tiny needles, or so they say. I dunno, 'cause I'll be darned if I'll even look at the flyer they have with the cartoon pic of the needle on it. Just makes me queasy. Well, I obviously survived, or I wouldn't be here to regale you all with the details. It's rather humourous, after the fact. At least I know I'm like this and have people willing to put up with me. So hopefully, I'll be "flue fre" for another year.
On to bigger and better things. I was "unofficially" told my assignment for the next year, and I get to stay where I am! I can't tell anyone because I gather there are going to be some major changes this year, but I'm relieved. I even hugged my supervisor and thanked her for telling me. I even managed to start some of the work already. It's fairly certain I'll be taken out next year though. Oh well, maybe I'll get a promotion or win the lottery by then. One can always hope!
On to bigger and better things. I was "unofficially" told my assignment for the next year, and I get to stay where I am! I can't tell anyone because I gather there are going to be some major changes this year, but I'm relieved. I even hugged my supervisor and thanked her for telling me. I even managed to start some of the work already. It's fairly certain I'll be taken out next year though. Oh well, maybe I'll get a promotion or win the lottery by then. One can always hope!