I know that any trip to the doctor will be an adventure filled
with new memories but I didn’t think anything unusual would happen when I took
Clark and Phil to our local pharmacy a month ago to get their flu shots. Clark went first. He is the one who would gladly give blood at
the semi-annual blood drive at our church if he could but he can’t because he has
never had a seizure-free year. Then it
was Phil’s turn. He had already been
displaying high anxiety behavior--pacing, nervous laughter, jittery bouncing of
his legs while he waited. “Hold my
hand?” he asked me. Of course I
would. In went the needle, up went his
arm and out came the needle. In slow
motion I watched it fly up in the air, arch and drop to the floor. Imagine sounds of pain and fear and that
would be Phil at that moment. I actually
wanted to laugh because it looked so funny and was such a surprise. I asked the pharmacist if he had ever had
that happen before. “No!!!” Needless to say, Phil had to be poked
again. This time he turned his head so
he couldn’t watch, grabbed my hand tightly and successfully received his first
flu shot.
