I had to get a measles booster shot on Tuesday. School was going to kick me out if I did not, because apparently without it, I am far too much of a festering measles-y disease-pot.
Being the weenie that I am, I was totally nervous the whole time I sat in the clinic waiting for my free injection. I do not enjoy being poked with needles. And of course, it was absolutely painless and I felt like a huge dork afterwards. I am still a little nervous about the fact that she made sure to stab me in my off arm -- is it going to react or swell or measles-ify or something? It seems fine thus far, so I am going on the assumption that I was simply lucky enough to avoid having my arm fall clean off.
My favorite part about the entire affair is the word "measles." Measles. Measels? Meesles? Meeeeeeeeeezuls. (Meicesles if you are in London.) I could just sit here, saying measles, all night long.
Instead, I think I will hie to my bed with my cat and a crossword, and cross my fingers that I still have all my limbs in the morning.