Evil, awful, day.
Bellerina screamed her head off and thrashed around like a complete lunatic until the nurse had to ask me to hold her down and pin her arms at her sides.
Was that in response to the needle?
Oh no.
That was in response to the nurse trying to check her breathing and ears to make sure she wasn't sick.
Apparently the stethoscope is an instrument of torture.
By the time we came to the shot phase she just watched it go in to her arm and looked at me like "Well, why couldn't we do that earlier instead of the cold, evil, ring of death?".
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