My two great fears are dolls (which my mutti happens to collect- ooooh...) and needles. I can't even watch some stranger on TV get a shot. Even if it's animated. Badly.
So, naturally, I have to get a TB skin test for camp. I mean, I don't mind immunization (okay, yes I do, but I can tolerate it), but a test? I don't need a doctor to stab me and tell me there's nothing wrong.
Oh gosh. What if I DO have TB? Double merde with knobs. Ooh, internet chums, you won't abandon me if I have TB will you? I heard a radio thing on it, and it takes months to cure. Nyah! My life will be over!
Okay, calm down. I don't have TB... Probably. I'll know in 2 hours anyway.
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