How an injection can get you better

For those who are afraid of needles, be comforted. They have their use.

I proved it last Thursday following a bout of pain that forced me, the last man to visit the doctor, though I have so many friends who are doctors, to rush to one’s private surgery. The pain was excruciating, like something I had never felt before, and I dare any woman who has given birth to tell me that the pain I felt in my side was not more severe than the one she feels when her time comes to bring another life into this world. Things were going great during the visit. My doctor is an awesome individual, who knows his stuff like magic. He is fabulous, and I will not tell you that it was because he attended Kingston College. Even during the ‘interview’ to determine what was wrong, the pain was still there, and I was wondering if it was the exercise sessions that I had been involved in over the previous two days, walking and jogging, that had laid me up so much that I thought that St Peter was stretching out his hand to greet me. We had to move from one room to the next, so that, guess what? I could be given an injection. Wow! the room was cold already, yet I was perspiring profusely. Suddenly, the pain was gone. The thought of getting injected had solved the nagging problem. But, alas, the pro still had to do his job. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t even feel it,’ came the reassuring words from doc. But saying something like that is easy. It’s better when you get to see a needle going inside of you, but it’s not a nice feeling when your back is turned to the holder of the item and you have to be there guessing, “Lord Jesus a when it ago jook me.” Believe me, firming up in anticipation of that shot does not make things any better. It was not hot in the true sense, but it was only because of a word called ‘shame’ why I never bawled out like a baby.