It's that time of the year again: flu shot season. Thanks to the new and
expanded official recommendation that all kids get flu shots, my joint has been jumping. In addition to regular office visits, the right-hand column of the appointment book is used for people coming in for just the flu shot. Add to that all the regular patients I am able to
spring it on
convince it's a good idea, and I'm stabbing away all the live-long day.
Giving out that many flu shots, an old dinosaur has to find a way to remain amused.
Saw a guy today with an elaborate tatoo on his
non-dominant shoulder, and I found myself with a delightful quandary. Where to poke my little needle?
- Right in the injun's crotch?
- His nose?
- Tip of the eagle's beak?
- In the center of the "o" in "Mom"?
I settled for the eagle's eye. That way when he gets his little local reaction of redness at the injection site, the bird will look like it's been in a bar fight.
Flu shots are fun.
I need a life.