Scared Of Shots

I stole something from work last night. It was from France, came in a tiny vial and is worth its weight in gold. They offered it to me for free earlier in the evening, but I refused. I prefer to steal it.

It was flu vaccine and no one can give a shot as good as I can. I give myself my own shots, thank you very much. I watched the technique of the nurse who came to my floor with her wicker basket full of supplies. She slowly pushed the needle into the skin and I could see the resistance of the needle as it penetrated the skin and then again as it hit muscle. No way was anyone going to do that to me.

Later, I sneaked into the bathroom with my vial and used a tiny insulin needle to withdraw my dose. It's supposed to be given in the muscle, but studies have shown it works just fine when delivered just under the skin using a smaller amount of vaccine. I pinched a tiny bit of skin on my tummy and rapidly jammed the needle in like a dart. I didn't feel a thing. The vaccine stung as it was pushed in, but it was over with in a second. I put the rest of the vaccine back in the fridge. No one will miss the tiny bit removed.