Somehow, I always end up with this designation during my shifts at CVS. Yesterday I had the lovely privilege of attempting to vaccinate a 63 year old woman who was verbally skeptical of my abilities. I approached her carrying a tray of the vaccine, alcohol swabs,a sharps container, and a nifty CVS band-aid when she immediately inquired:
"Are you a pharmacist?" [translation: I will run for dear life if you take one more step towards me. Get lost. There is no way you will ever poke me with that needle.]
"No mam, I'm an intern." [translation: How dare she underestimate my vaccinating skills. I've done this 1,000 times before. Come on, it's only a pinch. You'll get a cool band-aid.]
By this time, crocodile tears are welling up in both of her eyes and she is literally shivering as if we are camped out at the North Pole. I am now regretful of not being more sympathetic in my translation previously mentioned.
"Mam, would you be more comfortable having the pharmacist administer your vaccine today?" [Silence. Dead silence. Shivering. Leaky tears. Attempts at consolation. Squinty eyes. Wrinkled nose. Head turned in the opposite direction. Shirt sleeve raised.]
After a couple of minutes of shear panic, here I am administering the flu vaccine and mortified of what's coming next. Just like that it was over. She was fine.
"That's it?" Yes, that was IT.
*photo available from hereVaccinator [vak-suh-ney-ter] n.: one who is to blame for incessant anxiety.
3 comments:
I love your wit! I would let you give me my vaccine!
bahahahaha.... this is why I love you.
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