Look at what they did to my boy
My poor boy. He screamed. I cried.
It was all over and I was to leave the needle stabbing area and go back to the waiting area for 15 minutes and the woman handed me the box of tissues. I just couldn’t stop.
It was altogether awful.
Next time, he’s going to be there for it.
October 12th, 2005 at 11:59 am
Awwwww, you poor things - both of you. The sister isn’t going to be happy about taking Fred anywhere near a doctor again for a long while (for obvious reasons) and certainly isn’t looking forward to this little trip in a couple months time either.