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[rebness]

Oh, for... for... bloody hell.

So, I changed schools when I was fourteen, right? It meant that I effectively missed out from having the anti-tuberculosis vaccine, the BCG. Which made me happy. The BCG is scary and big and stupid and leaves a lifetime scar on your pretty little English rose arm.

So far, so avoidant. BUT OH NOES. TB is on the rise in the continent. The disease that killed poor Satine in Moulin Rouge and stole away one of Europe's greatest writers, George Orwell, is on the increase. It's nearly killing people in London. All NHS workers must be vaccinated against the disease. The nurse today told me that I need to have the vaccine before starting permanent!job. She also told me stuff about my generalised anxiety thing, which I already knew. Go, me.

So, farewell, unscarred white arm. I shall miss you. Never mind that I have a morbid fear of needles and will scream as the nurse administers the dose, there will be a centimetre-long scar on my arm forever OMG. And I bet it's right over the rather quite fetching freckle on my left arm. Bloody England. >:

[/waaah, emo]

I really dunt like needles.

Comments

[moon-chylde.livejournal.com]

TB shots are the norm around here. They are given every few years thru school and then it used to be any health care or food worker had to get them. But I think now they aren't given so much for the health/food people. They really are not that big a deal, just a little stick. The needle doesn't even go in your arm very far. I don't like needles at all but these do not bother me. I just don't look...

Besides, wouldn't you rather have a little stick than get TB?

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Besides, wouldn't you rather have a little stick than get TB?

You wouldn't believe how narrow the margin is. ;)