Cancer, Shots, Band-Aids, and Llamas

Two days ago I went to the doctor for the first time since I was four, I guess. I was strongly against going, because of course they’ll find something wrong with me, that’s their job – to find things that are wrong with people and, hopefully, fix them. Like, suddenly, I’ll have cancer, as soon as I walk in the waiting room. That didn’t happen, thank goodness. I know, I’m talking like a crazy hermit woman.
Both the nurse and the doctor were very nice. Except for the needle the size of my neck part. That wasn’t too fun. I needed a tetanus shot and I could have an optional shot of Gardisil or something that unsanitary dentists can give you, or some disease that starts with an M and if you get it you’ll die in forty-eight hours or less. Yeah, and there were dead smiling flowers all over the information sheet. How…pleasant. Gives you a warm fuzzy feeling, doesn’t it? So, because Gardisil doesn’t apply to me, I got a tetanus shot and the deadly M disease flower shot.
I was super scared, but not because I’m a wimp (well, maybe I am, but still). You see, when I remember getting my last shot, I was little. I don’t remember actually getting it, but I remember sitting in the car with a Band-Aid on my knee, bawling like the world had come to an end.
So I made up a song to the tune of "Oh Susana".
"Oh my llama,
I was such a baby.
Cause I got a shot
And a Band-Aid on my knee."
Yeah, I should be a songwriter – don’t you agree? :]
Anyway, the nurse said there were no side effects. Ha. How about extreme exhaustion, blurry vision, light-headedness, loss of appetite, soreness, and swollen shoulders? (And 7 wrong on math?) Yeah, no biggie.

Sorry to bore you with my ramblings. I don’t have any idea how to tie this into becoming a better Christian, or evangelizing, or even how to apply makeup. I wrote this simply because it was a historic moment in my life, and a boring one in yours.

I guess that's somewhat like life, ya know? Sometimes we are all walkin' in faith, and other times, we totally forget about God. We get so caught up in the moment, go with the flow, and long to be accepted, so we change ourselves to fit in. Yes, we are changing ourselves, for our identities are not in the world but in Christ. He bougt us for a high price so that we don't have to fit in to be totally awesome. :] Just a note.

Yours Truly,
The Wimp