Day 110: Ouch

Date: Wednesday 16th July
Song of the day: Don't Cry - Gun's 'N' Roses

Now, it is time for a confession, although it is probably quite obvious for most. I am a big girls blouse; I know, you say not to be so hard on myself, but it is true. And there is only 1 thing that could make want to cry like the 30 year old nappy wearing wuss that I am, 'NEEDLES'

I don't mind admitting that the idea of getting jabs makes me go a big slobbery wet one. They freak me out, I hate them. But the worst part is, I know they don't hurt. Today we went for our Yellow Fever jabs. As our itinerary has changed and we now have to go to Zambia, we had to get yellow fever. We are not even going to a yellow fever area, but apparently we won't be allowed into some countries without it as it is a yellow fever country.

So we wandered up to the travel clinic at the appointed time, and after some pushing and cajoling, Laurie managed to get me in the door and strapped into the chair. As the Nurse wripped the sleeve off my very unhelpful arm, I stared at the wall and dreamed of dancing Tigers in Tutus to distract me. Of course, I didn't feel anything which is always the case, but that doesn't make me feel any better.

To celebrate my survival from this perilous situation, we had some retail therapy, getting some DVD's and a new suit for home, but I am pretty sure my arm will never recover and might even fall off because of this ;-(

Signing off for possibly the last time
The Big Girls Blouse