Pin Cushion

I love you,
you love me
we are a happy family
with a great big hug
and a kiss from me to you
wont you say you love me too?
- Barney sing-along...lol



If u are looking for the pin cushion that inspired my title, tell me to turn around and u'll see it right there, jutting out roundly from the base of my spine.... voila... my derriere!

*sobbing*

yes, my bum has now become a pin cushion!

why? how?

I have been complaining of not feeling 100% for a while now, sometimes i'm upbeat, other times i'm blue. headaches, cough that lingered, sorethroat that got treated and then came back thrice in 6wks! skin irritation etc. Things literally fell apart in my system.

So, sunday morning, i woke up with a fever but i still dragged myself out of bed and went for the last service in church. Monday morning, i woke up with no voice! i couldnt talk for the inflammation that was in my throat.

Long and short of it is that i ended up being dragged along with my mum to work on wednesday (she's a nurse). After all the testing and story, the doctor prescribed 2 injections per day for 5days!

GASP!!!

Why is that a big deal?

First off, the last time i got an injection, i was what? 10yrs old! that's almost 15yrs ago!

secondly, i loathe injections, i hate the thot of something pricking me and yea, have i mentioned somewhere that my threshold for pain is VERY low?

so, my mom schlepped me off to the injection room (yep, there was a room called that) where i started my drama. It was humiliating!

You see, I am a drama queen by nature. The drama becomes amplified by certain emotions e.g. fear, excitement, sadness etc

So, after i had negotiated with the doctor to see if i could get oral alternatives for the injection, all to no avail, i spoke to myself, hoping i could self-motivate, for where?
At the sight of the first injection, i started pleading wiv the nurse, sweet-talking her, telling her i loved her (crazy yea?). When that didnt work, i changed tactics and began to bawl like a baby!

At some point, my mum told the nurse to chase me out of the room. Even i was ashamed of myself...l0l. All my antics got them to have pity on me and mix the contents of the two little vials together (now why didnt they do that before i started crying? sometimes i just hate nurses)

Please note that i now had one injection to contend with (that was before my mum decide that i needed the TT injection as well). Eventually, a kind older nurse suggested that i hug her tightly while my mum administered the needle (very sweet woman, God bless her soul). I held on to her tightly but as soon as i felt the swab of the cotton wool on my bum, i bodily lifted the poor woman and ran round in circles some more.

Now it's funny, but at that point in time, that injection was my greatest fear ever. I settled down to have it administered by my mum finally (she's the most careful nurse i know) and it wasnt so bad after all.

Then i got the TT on my arm,(with less ado).

And i've been getting a daily fix since then. I still run around a bit, but i'm becoming a pro...lol.

Shame on me yea?

Y'all cant blame me, i'm entitled to my eccentricities.

A la Bumight, it's my birthday in 18 days, yay!

And lastly i had a splendid worker's day ystdy, will blog about it layta, plus i have a mighty crush on Alan Shore (James Spader) in Boston Legal, Gawd, i never thot i could be attracted to a man cuz of his ability to speak "legalese", be vulnerable and chase women without trying too hard!

Oh, and i've been tagged by naijalines (i'll get u for that), so i'm working on it.