5 days ago, I went to the hospital to check my state whether the "thing" is doing well inside my body. So, we went there and went to the doctor.
-30 minutes after that, in the pediatric injection room-
"Oh, poor one. I heard you have to much ovary inside your body. I'll help you prevent 'another thing' to happen." she said in a very true and kind voice.
She was preparing a very huge one and I was very nervous.
She handed my mom a specific explanation about what could happen in my skin and some warnings that could happen if I use that arm.
I was keep asking her if it hurts because the other friends that got the same shot, took a long time to come out from there. It was relieving because it was someone that my mother knew and she said she'll not hurt me so much. I trusted her and did not worry to get the shot and asking her billions of questions.
" I'll give you one shot and see if it hurts." she said in a worried voice.
The first shot was not painful, but as the white liquid(?) went into my body, it felt painful more and more but it was more painful after that.
"Bye, you'll see another nurse that once served your mom again, but not me! I wish I can meet you again, my doctor." she said in a very cheerful voice, handing me an ice pack. It was cold enough that will let me not feel the pain of the shot.
I went out of the pediatric injection room with no soul at all.
(That's why I was wearing the band thing on Thursday and said to Mr.Patrick that I can not use my left arm. (BUT WELL I DID.))
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