When I was a kid I was afraid of needles. One day my dad took me to the doctor to inject me the hepatitis medicine. When I got to the doctors office I was relaxed because the doctor started making jokes and entertaining me. He did a lot to keep me in calm, just for that moment I was. After all that he sat me in a high chair and went to his desk. He opened a drawer and took out some alcohol prep pads and a little bottle of medicine with an injection. When I saw all those stuff I got scared and started crying and yelled my dad to put me down of that chair.
The doctor got closed and opened the alcohol pads and started to put me the alcohol pads on my shoulder. I started to hit him with my feet to make him go away but it did not worked. My dad came to hold me and my mom holded my feet. I could not do anything else so I stoped forcing with the doctor and my parents. My dad put his shirt in my mouth to bite it to avoid the pain in my shoulder. The doctor pinched me and with the shirt in my mouth it hurt anyways. I jumped off the chair and left the office. I was mad because I did not wanted to be injected. It hurts a lot. From that moment on I started hating the medicine.
The doctor got closed and opened the alcohol pads and started to put me the alcohol pads on my shoulder. I started to hit him with my feet to make him go away but it did not worked. My dad came to hold me and my mom holded my feet. I could not do anything else so I stoped forcing with the doctor and my parents. My dad put his shirt in my mouth to bite it to avoid the pain in my shoulder. The doctor pinched me and with the shirt in my mouth it hurt anyways. I jumped off the chair and left the office. I was mad because I did not wanted to be injected. It hurts a lot. From that moment on I started hating the medicine.
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