Injection "experience"

I remember once, my mother took me to the vaccination.

I came to the hospital with a restless mood. As soon as I entered the hospital, a smell of medicine came from the nose. A sense of fear came from my heart: "I don't really want an injection!". I rushed to pick up the vaccination book and walked to the front of the station. I felt like a lost rabbit slamming and slamming. I clenched my fists and prayed with a stern look: "Heavenly spirits, spirits, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, God bless me, get the last number..." I slowly opened the shaking hand Putting down the intensive vaccination book, the nurse opened the book gracefully, hooked it on the paper for a while, and handed the paper to me. I widened my eyes and looked at it carefully. The palms were nervous and sweated, and the white paper was wet. what? number 8? God, how do you feel so unfair to me! ! !

I kept muttering and comforting myself: "It's okay, anyway, on the 8th, the 8th!" But I can't hide my fear in my heart. Look at other people, some of them look like they are saying, "I am 'having a hundred battles," but also afraid of injections?" Some panic, seems to be talking: "Why must you take a vaccination! The injection can hurt people! Adults are really not sympathetic!" There is still a big cry, a face with a face of dissatisfaction. Among these people, there are young babies who have just learned the language, some of them have just entered the school, and there are big brothers and sisters who are already full of economics. Look at that little baby, people are not afraid of injections, my big brother should give him an example! Can't be afraid!

"No. 8 doctor No. 1 was vaccinated." The frosty sound finally came out of the nurse's mouth. I licked my mouth, reluctantly, like a snail crawling, slowly and step by step. Inoculation room. As soon as I saw the little babies who were vaccinated around me, I couldn’t help but raise a burst of “extraordinary ambitions”: “I want to give them an example!” I bravely and nervously rolled up my sleeves and heads. Brushed to one side, closed his eyes, put on a look of disdain, said: "Doctor, you start to fight!" I felt the cotton swab repeatedly rubbed on my arm a few times. At this moment, suddenly a mosquito flew, found my bare arm, stunned, thought it was the beginning of the injection, unconsciously "ah" screamed. After a while, this itch and painful feeling disappeared immediately. I thought: "It must be that the dead mosquito has come over and "kissed" my arm, but why did the injection have not begun yet?" Curiously and nervously asked: "Doctor, why haven't you started yet?" Hearing the doctor said: "Children, you are brave!" Haha, the feeling of the mosquito just now is that the doctor is taking an injection! It turns out that the injection is not so bad!