I forgot my fellow is afraid of needles, pale cold sweats sometimes fainting phobic. I forgot because I love them. Give them to me. Ouch. More. Ouch. More. I was thinking of how long it’s been since I’ve been stabbed and thinking of Ren and Stimpy giving shots to each other for some reason. Remember Ren and Stimpy, fellow young people? And of course Bon Jovi accompanied us on the drive. The first appointments we could get were at the Levi’s Stadium. Thought it’d be fun to see where the 49ers play, but then we read that people were standing in the sun waiting for hours. We were lucky enough to get appointments at a nearby pharmacy instead.
Vaccination means moving on, seeing my little buddies for the first time in over a year. We’ve read the first two Harry Potter books in our Zoom book club and on weekends we squeeze in a few rounds of Among Us so they can murder me, but it’s not the same as seeing them in person. Once I’m fully vaccinated, I’m going surprise them, hide in their closet and scare them so good they’ll never open a closet door again without a bracing pause. It’s cool. This how we express love in my family.
I was thinking of my nieces when the pharmacist asked me to comfort him. Who? Oh yeah. Last time my fellow got a needle for a blood test he nearly passed out. So I went in to hold his hand. The pharmacist was nice but she kept talking about the shot and doing a count down that made him jittery. He needed some distraction but my mind was back to Ren and Stimpy and gigantic needles that go straight through you.
I squeezed his hand and reminded him to be thankful for the pointy things. Like at least the needle wasn’t going up his bum. He took issue with that. My sister swears booster shots used to be administered in the cheeky bottoms area and the needles used to be much bigger. My only childhood needle memories involve this sister drawing my other sisters and I getting stabbed by needles bigger than our bodies. She does love us.
The pharmacist pinched and then it was over. No big deal now do me. Best of all, our site was next to a Trader Joe’s so now I’m eating cookies because I was so brave. We were advised to pop & lock to reduce soreness, which means it’s time to switch up the tunes, Bon Jovi.
Hopefully any side effects are gone by the weekend. The green hills are already turning brown and I want to enjoy a few more trail runs with the wildflowers before they’re gone. This past weekend we went to Pinnacles National Park hoping to see a Condor. Small for a national park, Pinnacles is a beautiful place to hike and it’s always fun to add a stamp our park passports. We arrived at 7am and the parking lot at Bear Gulch was half full. There was a line of 80+ cars waiting to get in when we left in the afternoon. Heading back we stopped in Gilroy so my fellow could try garlic ice cream. He’s very brave.