I had a busy afternoon yesterday. First I had to take Megan for her diphtheria, tetanus and polio booster, then we all had to go to Megan’s school for a meeting with her form teacher and head-of-year about the problems she’s having at school. As expected the jab was a nightmare. All the kids had it at school several weeks ago, but Megan had gone into meltdown and got so upset they couldn’t do it so they asked for me to arrange to get it done at our GP’s surgery. Megan has a fear, not so much of needles, as of pain. She can fall and hurt herself and deal with it just fine, it’s anticipated pain that is such an issue. If she knows it’s going to hurt, even slightly, she just goes into a panic. We had discussed the jab several times in advance and talked about situations where she had hurt herself and dealt with it OK and how the jab wouldn’t be as painful; about times in the past where she has had to have needles and it hasn’t been nearly as bad as she thought it would be. It was all a complete waste of time! As soon as we got in there she started to panic. I had warned the surgery in advance and the nurse who gave her the booster was so patient with her. After about 10 minutes of persuading, it was done. I’m always really torn, I do feel sympathetic – while completely out of proportion, Megan’s fear is genuine. On the other hand I always end up feeling very frustrated and cross with her and have to bite my tongue not to tear a strip off her.
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