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deputychairman replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
Human children forget! So fast!
Farmbaby had to get blood drawn for a lead test (badness! badness, 1825 farmhouse BADNESS, it’s been a Whole Thing) and the damn nurse fucked it up so bad, she blew through the vein in BOTH ELBOWS, and Fb was like, barely two and being brave and my sister is trying to be reassuring and was like “if i could have killed someone with my mind it would have been that nurse”, and finally they sent in the nurse who actually knows how to draw blood from tinies, and poor Farmsister had to implore the now very stuck-full-of-holes and miserable (and there was blood! everywhere!) toddler to be brave one more time, and you’d think after that Fb would be hesitant about the doctor but…
No! She likes the doctor and doesn’t like getting shots but is somehow not traumatized by this and is eminently bribable with lollipops. No hard feelings or worries at all.
Phew.
(I had to get stitches in my face as a tiny, and I remember it, boy do I remember it. But they covered my face with a blue cloth so I couldn’t see the doctor doing it, for some reason like this was going to make it better? So I screamed like a screaming devil the whole time because I thought this mysterious blue thing was trying to kill me? I remember it, I remember pleading with my mother about it, I know I was old enough to talk– about 18 months or so, I could understand a few things, I do remember trying to hold still at one point– but I had no idea what was going on really, and it felt weird and i was terrified because I couldn’t see anything and something was biting me! I’m sure my mother cried then, but I don’t remember that part. She more remembers that another patient in the waiting room had said they’d kill me if I didn’t stop scratching my fingernail on the textured wallpaper (I remember the wallpaper!), which she thought betrayed a stunning lack of realization of how very much worse an injured and frightened 18-month-old could be as an aural nuisance.)
(Seven stitches! I still have the scar. But no fear of doctors. Welllll, not from that.)
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
No lie, I cried when they stuck my infant with his first vaccinations. Hormones almost certainly played a part, but still.
Yeah, my friends who are moms have at various points expressed that sentiment. I get it, boy do I.
torrilin replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
For what it’s worth, it’s much easier if it happens regularly. If Midnight felt bad, she’d try to convince us to walk her to the vet, and walks in directions that were not the vet were met with husky rage. She also knew about cabs and would accept waiting for one instead of walking to the vet.
Wow that dog sounds a lot smarter than my cat is.
She developed this horrible fear of being taken places in the car after she got spayed, which, ok, that was probably a shitty time for her, I got no doubt of that. But ever since then, probably once or twice a year we take her out in the car, and we drive her to her Skin-Grandma (she’s our furbaby so we’re her Skin-parents, largely because of how creepy it sounds) who spoils her while we’re away. It’s less than a quarter-mile drive and she loves the destination and never wants to leave. But the trip is still The Worst Thing Ever. So I don’t know if she can be taught not to dread Outings. It’s not even like, it’s the outdoors she’s so afraid of– she goes out of her own accord and sits in the yard and such. She dislikes going near the road but knows fine well what noises cars make.
Still, being in one is The Worst Fate.
I’m home now and she pointedly did not come greet me. I went and found her and she let me pet her but was Not Pleased. But dude got home and she came to see him and let him carry her around and is sitting on him now, so I’m feeling put out. You bet your ass he’s gonna be the one to Betray Her to the cat boarding people, there’s no goddamn way I’m gonna be the villain again.
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deputychairman replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
Human children forget! So fast!
Farmbaby had to get blood drawn for a lead test (badness! badness, 1825 farmhouse BADNESS, it’s been a Whole Thing) and the damn nurse fucked it up so bad, she blew through the vein in BOTH ELBOWS, and Fb was like, barely two and being brave and my sister is trying to be reassuring and was like “if i could have killed someone with my mind it would have been that nurse”, and finally they sent in the nurse who actually knows how to draw blood from tinies, and poor Farmsister had to implore the now very stuck-full-of-holes and miserable (and there was blood! everywhere!) toddler to be brave one more time, and you’d think after that Fb would be hesitant about the doctor but…
No! She likes the doctor and doesn’t like getting shots but is somehow not traumatized by this and is eminently bribable with lollipops. No hard feelings or worries at all.
Phew.
(I had to get stitches in my face as a tiny, and I remember it, boy do I remember it. But they covered my face with a blue cloth so I couldn’t see the doctor doing it, for some reason like this was going to make it better? So I screamed like a screaming devil the whole time because I thought this mysterious blue thing was trying to kill me? I remember it, I remember pleading with my mother about it, I know I was old enough to talk– about 18 months or so, I could understand a few things, I do remember trying to hold still at one point– but I had no idea what was going on really, and it felt weird and i was terrified because I couldn’t see anything and something was biting me! I’m sure my mother cried then, but I don’t remember that part. She more remembers that another patient in the waiting room had said they’d kill me if I didn’t stop scratching my fingernail on the textured wallpaper (I remember the wallpaper!), which she thought betrayed a stunning lack of realization of how very much worse an injured and frightened 18-month-old could be as an aural nuisance.)
(Seven stitches! I still have the scar. But no fear of doctors. Welllll, not from that.)
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
No lie, I cried when they stuck my infant with his first vaccinations. Hormones almost certainly played a part, but still.
Yeah, my friends who are moms have at various points expressed that sentiment. I get it, boy do I.
torrilin replied to your post “thesacredreznor replied to your photo “Blurry selfie of Betrayal….”
For what it’s worth, it’s much easier if it happens regularly. If Midnight felt bad, she’d try to convince us to walk her to the vet, and walks in directions that were not the vet were met with husky rage. She also knew about cabs and would accept waiting for one instead of walking to the vet.
Wow that dog sounds a lot smarter than my cat is.
She developed this horrible fear of being taken places in the car after she got spayed, which, ok, that was probably a shitty time for her, I got no doubt of that. But ever since then, probably once or twice a year we take her out in the car, and we drive her to her Skin-Grandma (she’s our furbaby so we’re her Skin-parents, largely because of how creepy it sounds) who spoils her while we’re away. It’s less than a quarter-mile drive and she loves the destination and never wants to leave. But the trip is still The Worst Thing Ever. So I don’t know if she can be taught not to dread Outings. It’s not even like, it’s the outdoors she’s so afraid of– she goes out of her own accord and sits in the yard and such. She dislikes going near the road but knows fine well what noises cars make.
Still, being in one is The Worst Fate.
I’m home now and she pointedly did not come greet me. I went and found her and she let me pet her but was Not Pleased. But dude got home and she came to see him and let him carry her around and is sitting on him now, so I’m feeling put out. You bet your ass he’s gonna be the one to Betray Her to the cat boarding people, there’s no goddamn way I’m gonna be the villain again.
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