My friend Amanto once summed me up in one sentence. He said, “You know Tree… you’re kinda tough“. Honestly, nobody could have said it better or more accurately. I have no problem spending days solo-climbing a big wall in Yosemite, in the rain. Surf with a broken sternum? No problem. Sign me up. But take away my wet wipes and shits gonna go down. And did I mention that the sight of a needle makes me weak in the knees? Get it? I’m kinda tough.
Kiki got her vaccinations a couple weeks ago. Stevie did hers last week. Me? I waited until the very last minute. It’s not just my fear of needles that kept me away. There’s something fundamentally wrong about paying someone $450 to pump you full of nasty diseases like Yellow Fever, Hep A, Tetanus, and Typhoid. For the record, I didn’t actually cry. My eyes were misty from allergies. And just so you know, the nurse said she gives every patient an ice pack and reclining chair. The only special treatment I got was the red lollipop after my visit. I’ll admit, the sign did say “for children only“, but I don’t generally subscribe to age discrimination, especially after paying to suffer horribly. TREE