I walked into Violet’s first immunizations at the public health center and there were two files there, on the desk. One of those files? Mine.
“It looks like you’re due for for your DtAP vaccine, we can get that out of the way right now if you would like?”
“Oh, god. No. I need more time to prepare. I will get it next time we come in for her immunizations.”
Violet’s two. Almost three.
And I never thought about it, until today when I stepped on a pair of pliers on the stairs that have been there since the weekend, thought ouch, that hurt – I must have stepped on the sharp side. Until I saw a large piece of flesh hanging off the underside of my toe. Disgusted, I put it back into place, sprayed some antibacterial spray on it and bandaged it up.
I didn’t even think about a tetanus shot until I sent a text message to my equally-as-much-of-a-overdramatic-worst-case-scenario-best-friends who immediately warned that I should go and get a tetanus shot because I was going to die a terrible death (okay, that was just my interpretation from her + healthlink). Of course, I called Healthlink, and they recommended that I go get one, you know, so I don’t die a horrible lock-jawed-death (is that a thing?).
I texted Jamie. “I am so mad at you. I am going to eat all of your s’mores. Then, I am going to eat all of your chips” because nothing is worse to that man when he wants chips late at night and he finds out that I let the kids eat Dad’s special stash.
He called me back, laughing maniacally at the fact that I’ve been avoiding the DTaP vaccine, for no reason other than I don’t really like needles unless they are an epidural because the alternative is worse – and told me that it was tetanus shot karma.
I should stab him with the pliers.