Rub your Arm!!

Today is my mom's birthday! Wooo! Happy Birthday Mom! Her and my papa go to the temple every Wednesday morning and now I get to join them :) It was great and afterwards we all went out for breakfast. Mmmm! That was delicious thanks Pops!

On our way home my mom wanted to get caught up with the mission preparations (since I'm a little putter butt heh heh heh) so we stopped to get my shots! Eeek! Grose-O!!

We get there and sit down at a very nice looking lady's desk. Looks are not everything!!! Never judge a book by it's cover right?? That's what we discovered today or had reinforced!

In my mission packet it tells me that there are shots "mandatory" and then "recommended". . . let me repeat "RECOMMENDED"! So I told the Lady "No thank you to those shots they are just recommended and I don't want them" WOW she was not taking that for an answer.

"Let me explain something to you!!" she says narrowing in on me with her beady black eyes and runny nose! "Car insurance is recommended to get but you don't have to" and mom says all panicked "We have to get car insurance for missionaries?!?" ignoring mom and keeping her evil eyes inches from mine she continues with "And you may have never been in a wreck before" I now cut in trying to cut the air to breath and say "I haven't ever been in a wreck!" and then she sits back, rolling her eyes, realizing me and mom are not understanding her. . mom is still in the corner puzzling the thought of having to get me car insurance "I didn't have to get car insurance for any of my other children who served missions" she thinks out loud and I'm thinking "I'm the best driver and don't need insurance" and trying to think if I read anywhere in my packet that I needed insurance, but the lady breaks my thinking and says, "I'm just trying to use an analogy that makes sense because you obviously aren't getting how important the shots are!!"

OOOH! Me and mom now understand. So she continues "You get this shot because if you don't you could go home one day feeling like you have the flu because it's like flu symptoms but when you go to sleep you never wake up! (as she's talking she is scooting her squeaky wheely office chair closer to the desk and leaning in closer and closer to me) And if you do happen to survive you may be blind or lose a limb" Mom now is freaking out and holding on to her own dear limbs for dear life and says super panicked "Well can I get the shot!?!? I don't want this to happen to me!" the lady, now knocked out of her hypnotic stare at me, looks over at mom and grabs a pamphlet and says "This just targets her age! You don't need it!"

"Oh!! You had me worried!!" Says mom wiping the sweat off her brow that had formed! Then the lady sits straight back up in her desk chair, blows her diseased nose, and starts typing away. "Now rub your arm because you will be sore" immediately me and mom both start rubbing our arms because she obviously doesn't take 'no' for an answer and she looks from the computer and says again "You might think 'It won't get sore' but you will!! So rub your arm" so we continue to rub our arms (mom is rubbing her arm so fast and in a panic she's about to hit bone) and I'm thinking to myself that I really can't imagine how rubbing my arm is going to make the shot feel any less painful or make it less sore, but then the woman pipes up again "So after you have the shot you rub!" OOOH! haha me and mom once again understand, it's AFTER the shot we are supposed to rub. But she keeps going "Tonight you won't think it's feeling sore so you won't rub it, but it will be sore if you don't rub! You must rub your arm! Rub it for a couple days or it will be sore!"

Do you think we got that I was supposed to rub my arm Sheesh!!! And then the lady says "Okay go sit down and they'll call you!" without a word we stood and waited until our name was called. . .

Right now my arm is not sore. . But don't you worry every minute mom is reminding me "Rub your arm" while she is still doing the same!