The Funny Moments of Getting an Injection: A Family Story
My memory of getting an injection at the age of five is etched in my mind. I was a five-year-old girl with my father by my side, but the injection went wrong due to a misunderstanding. The story is filled with humor and family bonding, and it captures the essence of those cherished childhood moments.
The First Injection
It was a bitter cold day when I was rushed to the hospital for a much-needed medical procedure. With tears streaming down my face, I was fully engaged in my little antics to avoid the injection. My father, a 27-year-old man by then, was my rock. Holding me in his arms, he tried to calm me down. However, the nurse made a mistake by lowering my pants fully while my father was trying to be subtle. I was so shaken that even the simple act of being undressed in front of other people became a challenge.
As I received the injection, I screamed louder than a banshee. My father, out of sheer desperation, started rubbing my back to comfort me. It was one of the first instances where the bond between a parent and a child was tested under such pressure.
The Return of the Injection
Fast forward to when I was 16, and another event involving an injection played out in a very different light. I decided to skip the hospital and take matters into my own hands. My elder sister, who was in her third year of MBBS, had a different plan. With a firm belief that she could handle it, she brought her own injection kit, saying, Mujhe pata tha tujhe tt lena hain, mujhe ab injection lagana aata hain mein already injection lekar aachuki hun. (I knew you needed the TT injection, I already have an injection for you).
My response was, Nahin mujhe tujh par bharosa nahin. Pahle doctor ban jaa. (No, I don’t trust you. First, become a doctor). Despite her reassurances and the hot weather, my trust remained steadfast in her. She tried to prove her worth by bravely taking the injection herself, overcoming her fears. We ended up laughing, and I agreed to be injected, ultimately reinforcing my bond with her.
The Dispute Over the Injection Site
During the injection, my sister insisted on using the buttocks instead of the arm, arguing that it would be more effective and cause less pain. Our argument escalated, leading to a full-blown fight. In the end, she managed to convince me, and after the injection, she went on a tirade, saying, Teri badi behen hu tera bura nahi karungi. Bharosa kar. Waise bhi itni dhoop me baahar kaha jayega. Mummi ne khana bhi bana diya hain. (I am your older sister, and I won’t do anything bad for you. Trust me. It’s also very hot outside, and mom has cooked the food).
Despite my initial reluctance, the bond between us remained unbroken, and we both ended up laughing. My mother burst out laughing, and the experience reminded us how close we are, despite our misunderstandings.
The Enduring Bond
The story concludes with a heartwarming moment where my sister took the injection herself, leading to a promise from me that she would be the one to give me the injection in the future. She also joked that once she got married, no one would take care of me. We both laughed and decided to stick by our sister-friendship, promising to support each other through the years ahead.
The story of the injection is not just about the medical procedure but also about sibling relationships, trust, and the humor that comes from our shared experiences. It is a reminder that even in the most challenging situations, laughter and love can bring us together.