The quest for courses continues.

This has been the most traumatic visit to the doctor’s for injections, thus far.

Here comes the evidence:

1. The Hepatitis B shot I took today felt like 24,000,000 ants were all biting into my flesh at the same spot plus a red-hot poker was being jammed into my arm.

2. I screamed the whole place down

3. I ALMOST hit the doctor (henceforth known as Dr Evil.)

4. The medicine wasn’t all injected into me.

5. Meaning that I might have to go for an extra shot if this is not succesful!

6. So Dr Evil grabbed my arm and started rubbing the injected spot most vigourously and excruciatingly.

7. I screamed again.

8. I tried to run away from him. So his grip increased and he rubbed my arm so hard that I could feel his enormous belly moving with the effort.

9. Then he made me sit on his lap while he rubbed my arm.

I AM SO TRAUMATIZED!!! The doctor made me sit on his lap!!!!!! Could things get any worse?!

I don’t think so.

Dr Evil said, “I’ve never seen anyone your age scream so loud.”

Backstabbing Mummy Ooi said, “Yalah, terrible lah!”

Dr Evil said, “Girl, how are you going to deliver next time?”

The victim said, “That’s why I’m not having kids!!!”

Yes, you heard right. I am never having children.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr and Mrs Ooi. But there is always Brother Ooi to pass on the Ooi genes and name.

Why am I not giving birth? Good question.

1. STRETCH MARKS! This can be a whole answer in its right.

2. Bloating, morning sickness (though I’m very good at throwing up), fat ankles

3. Maternity clothes

4. The pain of labour!

5. The scar after my Caesarean (which I am sure I will definitely undergo, due to my tiny frame and therefore, hips)

6. Screaming babies in the night

7. Screaming babies on the plane when you’re going for holiday

8. Screaming children in restaurants and those who don’t listen to you

9. Screaming teenagers that don’t listen to you