Shots

So the other day I went to get a couple of travel vaccinations for the few weeks that I'll be somewhere between Ireland and Australia. I wasn't quite sure what to expect; I hadn't had any injections since I was 12. The bland doctor at the Tropical Medical centre told me the same spiel I'm sure he's given to countless other people going to that part of the world; I just replyed that I'd do whatever he said. Unfortuantly for me, this happens to be buying extra expensive feckin pills. And fairly useless at that if I'm to go by comments from other people who got them. The injections themselves were given by a nice middle aged nurse who asked me which arm I write with - ie. "I'll give the really sore one in the arm you don't use so much". This made me even more nervous. But actually the injections were grand and I hardly felt a thing. So two minutes later while I was standing at her shoulder waiting for a reciept I was suprised to feel a wave of dizzyness hit me and almost fainted on the floor right in front of her. She quickly put me lying down on the bed, stuffed a lolly in my mouth and said this sometimes happens and its better that it happens there than out on the street. She then regailed me with tails of India while I recovered. I'm such an amateur. And I'm now doubly conscious of everything I write thanks to this Guardian "Correspondant"'s blog and everybody's scathing but spot on replies.