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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. >:

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I really dunt like needles.

Comments

[palelaura.livejournal.com]

It's not the actual jab it's the bloody skin test before that hurts. Have you had that? It only hurts because it lasts a bit longer.

I still maintain I shouldn't have had the actual thing since my skin test did actually react and they asked about 6 people before saying "you'd best have it anyway just to be safe". Pffft!

The day after I had the actual injection my skin test area went huge/i>. Very annoying.
Also mines is absurdly low down on my arm. It's just under where my T-shirts stop.

But the good news is it hurts not as much as you think, I actually literally didn't feel it and was all "wtf?" when she told me it was over. That's because I wasn't looking I guess. ^__^

I never look.
Just don't look and all will be well.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. That dratted Occupational Health worker sprung the six prick thing on me. It went something like this.

Nurse: Right, we'll just do the tester...
Becky: Er...er... can't we do it some other time?
Nurse: No. *Takes out scary metal thing*
Becky: NOES NOT THE SIX PRICKS!!2
Nurse: Don't worry--
Becky: WHY do I need *six* pricks in my arm?
Nurse: Just--
Becky: OMFG!

Etc.