Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Stoicism, syringes and slip-ons . . . .
The G is nothing if not stoic . . . .
Take this morning, for instance, and our trip to the GP for the latest round of immunisations. This had, for obvious reasons, been troubling me in recent days. I should have known better . . . .
The needle didn't faze The G in the slightest.
Indeed, she didn't even notice the initial injection.
"What's that for?" she asked as the nurse applied a plaster to a left leg that had just been jabbed. So far so good.
The second injection proved to be a little more painful, although it was nothing The G couldn't handle.
Perhaps it was because she had spotted the large box of reward stickers in the corner. Perhaps it was because I had promised to get her the latest Charlie and Lola magazine, complete with free pink flip-flops and stickers to decorate them with, as a treat.
Or perhaps it's just because she's hard as nails . . . .