Shots. . . . we don't want no stinkin shots

I got my 1st round of "Baby" shots on Friday. Needless to say it was awful. I hate getting shots. I mean, here I am all happy and peaceful and then I get stuck in the leg with four count em FOUR needles (2 in each thigh). I wasn't expecting that! C'mon people, I don't know about needles and shots and all that stuff. I didn't know what to expect. If I'd known, then I could have sought my happy place (see previous post on "Mood swings" and chocolate milk filled boobies) and maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much. Since I was unprepared, it hurt like a mother, and it made me feel bad for two days. I was sore and cranky and worried my poor Mommy and Daddy 1/2 to death because I didn't sleep or eat like normal. Shots are just plain wrong, and now I'm told that I have to get more in two months. Forget it, I'm going AWOL on that day.