So went to Z's 4 year old "well-child" visit today. The first person to see her was a 3rd year medical student. Great bedside manner. He did a bunch of diagnostics. Z was pretty tight-lipped, but eventually started chatting with him.
Then he ended up telling her that "you don't even need to have any shots this visit" just before heading to fetch the attending pediatrician. So about ten minutes later, he comes back with a grizzled old veteran who may have been the Head of Pediatrics. The older doc comes up to me (in front of Z) and says, "Um.. we made a mistake. She actually needs to get two shots." Z didn't really say anything other than get a bit tight-lipped. Then a couple of moments after the two of them left, where we were waiting for the nurse with the needles, and she made a gallows-humor reference to shots and chuckled.
So Zola got two hypo injections in her upper right thigh--after being told by the first doctor that she wasn't going to get any shots. Bastards.
She took the first one with *zero* reaction whatsoever. Just stone-faced. Second one, the only reaction you could see was that her cheeks got a little flushed, and she sniffed once. Never fails to surprise me what a badass she is.
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