Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for March 29, 2016

What Calvin should have said:MY FATHER IS A LAWYER!!!

Calvin needs to be brave. Keep calm and carry on.

Calvin is such a drama queen!

Doc, just tell him you’re giving him an implant so aliens can talk to him.

That’s what he gets for addressing a doctor as “Doc”.

Womans Magazine?

I’m with mom on this one. I think I would hide on a book or magazine as well. I was never afraid of needles (if that’s what is being used here), but a nurse in training once insert one on me and did it wrongly. I started to bleed like crazy. It was a scary ordeal, but I got over it.

I’m surprised mom isn’t in there with him. She was always in the examining room with me when I was his age. That didn’t stop till I was a teenager.

McCracken:

Mom, and my two little sisters, too, until I was old enough to move up to a non-Pediatrician. (Mom there, too, until I was old enough for prostate exams :D .) And the doc was my cousin….

’Bout the time that wearing at least underwear got popular at my house….

Never had that problem as I predate “shots” and my mother never took us to Doctors anyway. For anything. That include putting the pedals shaft of a tricycle through my leg,standing on rusty nails (got a hiding for that). She just used soap and sugar poultices for that.That is 50/50 bar soap and sugar mixed with spit.First time I went to hospital was with Glandular fever at 13. And some people dream of ‘the good old days’.

Speaking of prostate exams. I had prostate cancer and when I had to have gold seeds put in my prostate I distracted the person doing it. A fellow ex sailor. And he forgot to give me a local anesthetic. I said a lot more then ouch, three seeds. His comment sorry but just think now you don’t have to wait for the anesthetic to wear off before going home. The best words I have ever heard was all clear after 4 years of near 0 PSA readings.

Once, when I was at the doctor’s office, I had to get a blood test. A doctor pricked me with the needle in the wrong area of my arm, so we had to redo it. Everything was going smoothly…until he discovered he’d taken blood from the wrong arm, so he had to take it out and do it AGAIN in my other arm. Hope this story doesn’t sound like I’m being whiney, but I prefer the minimal amount of shots needed.

Your mom doesn’t know you.

If I remember my childhood at the doctor, it was always in the fanny.

He did not, of course, actually need a shot, but you get your licks in where you can.

Calvin reminds me of my son at that age. Going to the Doctor or Dentist was always a “Death Sentence” to him.

Macy’s son saw going to doctor or dentist as a “death sentence.” Reminds me of my first dental x-ray. The technician kept reassuring me it wouldn’t hurt since I was obviously petrified. What he didn’t know was I had just been reading a detective comic where the mysterious murder was done by using a dentist’s x-ray to x-ray the victim to death so that’s what I was worrying about!

@LeadingEdgeBe grateful for your finger tip blood sugar testing. I remember when my Mom had to use Tes-Tape in her urine stream, a much less accurate way to monitor.BTW, she lived with diabetes for 55 years. No serious complications until last 10 years. Keep up your tight control plan.

One of the worst bits of trouble I ever got in was when my Mom and the nurse had to chase me through the doctor’s office and pin me down so he could give me a shot.

I donated my 13th pint of blood today. Pity I didn’t see this strip before I donated!Worst part is over now, Calvin.xxx

I don’t blame his mother.

Thanks to everyone for educating us on diabetes and the needed meds!

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