You should really ask for a Paw Patrol bandaid. The nurse in our family assures us that they heal things faster.
During something like the administering of a vaccine, I am as uncommunicative as I can manage. I just go into a particular place in my head until it's over.
At the pharmacy where I get flu shots one always gets the red bandaid with a discreet W on it.
J-J, it sounds like at least you can bring yourself in to do it. The pharmacist helped me chase Lukas around the pharmacy last week for his flu shot. It took me an hour to finally get him to cooperate and get the shot, after which he said, "oh, that's it? I like flu shots now!"
They asked, "Do you want to get a flu shot today?". My response was, "No, I don't. But I feel that it's the wise thing to do.". I never got one until I finally got real medical insurance and went for my first physical that wasn't with a pediatrician (this was something like five years ago).
When Stephen was around Lukas's age, he needed some significant surgery to fix some of his plumbing (both of his kidneys are well below spec as a result of the underlying problem, but good enough that it causes him no problems). He really had no understanding of what was lying in store, and the one thing that he had managed to absorb was that there was an appointment coming up at which he would be getting a shot. He was dreading that for months, and kept asking about it, with no concerns about the upcoming big operation and hospital stay.
I have a vivid memory of making the doctor and nurse chase me around the office trying to give me a shot when I was three or four. But then when I was four and a half and broke my arm – the kind of break where my mom took one look, gasped, and rushed me to the hospital – the first thing they did was give me a shot. And very soon after getting the shot, the intense pain was much, much better. I never ran from shots again. And I still wonder today what was in that shot.
Probably extract of bittersweet.