Needles!

Just got my travel shots. I have a very strong aversion to needles, especially those that go into my arm. As I went through the trip with the doctor - and that in itself was scary (don't get licked by strange animals!!!!) - I casually mentioned I needed my blood type for a medical form. "And you were going so well with only two needles!" she laughed. Yes, blood type meant three. The nurse inflicting the torture was pretty, but I just closed my eyes, lay back and thought of Ireland. That didn't work, so I thought of the little stings in my arm instead. Apparently I am due a dead arm in around 40 minutes. Whoopee!

I had nearly overcome my fear when I got the bill for the whole pleasant experience. 193 euro!!!! Needles! Oh, how I hate needles!