Hilo Days: The
Injections
Dad was a doctor. You already know that. It was okay. The
family always got a lot of respect, and we got a lot of kids named after us.
But there was a down side. First of all, we could never
fake sickness just to stay out of school. Dad knew all the tricks. Worst of
all, Dad always had a supply of those dreaded hypodermic injections waiting in
his ever-present black bag.
Our booster shots were always up-to-date – without fail. One
good thing was we never had to leave the house and torture ourselves in a
doctor's crowded waiting room, endlessly waiting for the inevitable words: "This
won't hurt a bit."
I remember sitting down many times at the kitchen table
at Obachan's house and being presented with some options:
- "You're feeling sick? I'm going to have to give you an injection!" I went to school.
- "You better listen to your mom, or I'm going to give you an injection!" I listened to Mom.
- "You better eat your liver, or I'm going to give you an injection!" I ate my liver (but I hate it to this day).
- "You better stop teasing your sister, or I'm going to give you two injections!" I was an angel.
You get the idea.
2 comments:
LOL!! My kids remember me giving them their booster shots. I was not popular on those days.
You medical people wield such persuasive power!
~ Craig
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