Getting Shot in the Butt
I was never great about needles growing up.
Sure, I say this as if I have gotten even remotely better at them nowadays. I mean yes, they pinch but I’d like to think that even at my worst I could at least TOLERATE getting those good-good fluids into me. Well…I do remember this one time.
Back when I was a kid...
Much like most stories coming from the perspective of a twenty-three-year-old man, this one harkens back to my youth. I remember sitting in a sterile room with my mom and only one unexpected nurse.
She got out the alcohol and cotton swab and pressed it against my skin. I jumped and immediately started regretting the promise of a McDonald’s toy my mom had made as long as I was a great lil’ patient.
I put up a good fight
Clamping down on my arm made it worse. The nurse urged me to stop freaking out while she prepped to draw blood. The idea of a needle inserting its way into my life was the most catastrophic experience a child could face.
A flood of nurses and PAs rushed in in order to restrain my powerful kid limbs, I guess. My mom reassured me as they managed to keep me down and extract some blood that I was so determined to keep inside of me. Everything began to fizzle after that moment. I was calm. The helpful deed was done and the shot was over.
A new perspective
It’s like a piece of me came into focus. A piece of me that would come to understand why needles are so important, why getting a shot is something that some migraine sufferers look forward to.
I had a migraine attack
My brain was pounding. It felt like two lightning storms were raging behind my eyes and all I wanted was relief. My amazing and caring mom did what she always did. She had my back and drove me to the neurological center.
I was seen and given something that I had not expected. I was given a shot of Toradol in my butt. Never had I gotten anything stuck into my butt flesh before. I honestly didn’t really know that this was an actual method of relieving anything.
Once this shot took into effect, which was extremely quickly, I understood why people were not as scared of shots as I had used to be. Turns out they’re just really quick ways to directly get medicine into your bloodstream, not ways for nurses to go rogue and try to puncture a kid. From then on I became eager to take whatever doctors gave me to relieve my migraines, via needle or otherwise.
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