When I was about four years old my dad took me to get an immunisation. Of course he didn’t tell me where we were going but as we were driving I slowly started recognising the landmarks and realised that we were going to the medical centre. Instant fear set in thanks to the tv campaign headed by Billy T James exclaiming, “Don’t be a rooster, go and get your booster!”
To cut a long story short I actually remember him pulling me out of the car through the driver’s side. I remember losing grip of the handbrake and grabbing onto the steering wheel in a last ditch effort to save myself from the pain of an injection. In the end it turned out to just be a polio sip aka two drops of liquid on my tongue.
My fear of needles has not improved as I’ve grown older only now I find myself in the ridiculous position of driving myself to the medical centre where there is only me convincing myself that it isn’t a good idea and me trying to calm myself down. What fun is it to fear needles if you’re going to get immunised volunteerily?!