If you were a previous subscriber to my blog, you may recall that many of my entries were melancholic and bittersweet. In launching this new blog, I’m starting this series “Fresh Fridays” to feature some of my lighthearted moments of being a nurse.
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I walked in, closing the door behind me. I don’t like giving shots, but someone’s gotta do it.
“Nina”, the school aged girl clung tightly to her mom. She cried out in pain as I jabbed her arms.
Seeing her sister in distress, “Mary”, the younger one, cowered in the corner. She too began to wail. “No! No! No! I don’t want to!” She kicked, screamed, and tried to flee.
My coworkers came in and helped hold her.
Mary yelled out phrases in her mother tongue, phrases we thought little kid would never know.
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A few months later, I called their mom to tell her the girls were due for their next round of vaccines.
Nina answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hi…is this Nina? This is the doctor’s office. Can I talk to your mom?” I asked.
“The doctor’s office? Is this the auntie who gives shots to children?!”
Oh crap. Did she seriously single me out?
“Uhhh… is your mom there? I need to talk to her,” I tried to dodge the question.
“She’s in the bathroom.” She wasn’t having it. “Are you going to tell my mom that I have to get more shots?”
“They hurt and last time I cried and you made my sister cry too! She doesn’t want anymore shots either!”
Seriously? I didn’t even tell her that I was the nurse but she must’ve recognized my voice…
“Oh, auntie, you know, I’ve started going to school and I like my teacher,” she happily chimed in.
“Really?! That’s great!” I welcomed the detour in our conversation.
“Auntie! My mom is out of the bathroom now!” She exclaimed.
I sighed a sigh of relief. “Ok can I talk to her?” Then I heard a voice in the background….
“Moooooommm… it’s the auntie who gives shots to young children, from the doctor’s office!!!!!!”
I was caught.
The smart ones.
Just can’t fool ’em.