If I was more reactive, then I would have a better response

She unleashed some kind of fury. And I immediately sought for cover. I did the only thing that I could do—agree. As the nurse listed out how horrible the diseases that I could contract was, I cowered and said ok, I’ll take the vaccine.

Pussy. That’s the word that can be used to describe me sometimes.

And yet, I am a brooder. Afterwards, I often think about how I was pushed around and I can’t help but feel unhappy. I start thinking of what I could have said.

But she insisted that I take a pregnancy test to assure the safety of the vaccine. And yet, what if I decide that no matter what, it was going to be taken care of. So pregnancy test or not, I already had a plan.

It has bothered me so much that my current evening has been consumed. It shouldn’t have to be that way.

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