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Tale Weaver #78 July 28th – Waiting
My Biggest Dread
My mother gave me the awful news the day before my appointment.
I worried all day and felt nervous and totally miserable.
The night was not any better. I tossed and turned and had nightmares.
Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. My stomach felt so upset that I was unable to eat.
The time arrived and we left the house. There was a very long line outside the building and we inched our way toward the door at a snail’s pace.
I could not concentrate or talk. I stared off into space and wished I could escape.
Finally, much to my dismay, it was my turn! I stepped up to the table, a nurse swabbed my arm, then gave me a shot of polio vaccine.
The wait was over!
Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved
Oh yes Jessi I remember those days. The wait was often excruciating. Thanks so much for contributing to the tale weaver this week.
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It sure was! Your welcome. I enjoy the challenge. 🙂
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I guess I’m a born worrier. I used to fret days before each jab so my Mum took to surprising me at the last minute. I remember feeling a little cheated 🙂 🙂
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I guess it is an experience children never forget..I on the other hand, felt put out because she told me the day before and I thought about it all day and most of the night. I remember dreaming about getting the shot numerous time and when I woke up…I had to go through it again!
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As a parent I’ve learnt that sometimes some of the most innocent things I did with/for my children had the most unexpected impacts at the time and even years later. Parenthood is often a minefield. Luckily Love rules all 🙂
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I remember. . . .when I was six, in first grade, the whole student body got the first polio shot. There would be three, then a booster. We were lined up at many tables set up in the gym or cafeteria, don’t remember for sure. Things moved pretty fast. I think we were all scared–I know I was! Polio was so dreadful and so dreaded, and my parents were only mildly convinced that having it shot into my arm would be a good thing. It’s a part of history now, those first inoculations. Thanks for the memory 🙂 That would have been 1953, by the way.
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Your welcome…thank you for reading and commenting. It was a total nightmare for me. I can remember my mother pointing out people with polio and saying…”you don’t want to be like that do you?” I didn’t, but I also did not want to get a shot! Shots are such tragic things for children. My daughter use to cry along with our.. granddaughter.. when she was a baby getting her shots.
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Great build up of tension! I loved it! I remember we use to have to eat sugar cubes with the polio vaccine in it. Thank goodness we didn’t have to have shots!
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Thank you! I had my shot and my arm was so stiff with tension, the needle broke and they had to give me another one just in case the first one did not take…..I have a scar and a half..on my arm. 🙂
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Oh! That sounds horrible!!
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A great reflection of everyone’s inbuilt fear of needles. A well-crafted response Jessie.😊
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Thank you! 🙂
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Hahaha, I know that feeling 😂
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Yes, unfortunately we’ve all probably been there at one time.. 🙂
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Hehehehe!
Love this very much.
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Thank you! 🙂
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