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.