Yellow fever sucks. Or at least the shot does.

I figured that since my dad was SO kind as to tell you all about my shot experience a few days ago, I'd have to tell you my end of the story.  First off, I'll just tell you that I HATE shots.  I've even had nightmares about them.  I have a severe phobia of shots and usually end up trying to attack whoever gives them to me.  I started freaking out about the shot I had to get at around 4 P.M. the day it was to take place.  I was incapable of smiling by five and at six I was silent and near tears.  we got to the office at about 6:20, and I was pacing around the waiting room trying to convince myself I could do this.  So far I was doing remarkably well.  I started crying when we got into the room and the somewhat evil doctor tried to help me calm down with some "helpful" information about shots.  I managed to calm down before the actual shot, and I was quite relieved when it was over.  I still had this knot of anxiety and fear in my chest though, and I went into silent hysterics as it drained from me.  Dad was amazed by this.  Anyway, that night I was really cold and tossed and turned all night.  I woke up with crappy symptoms and assumed it was from my shot, so at school I bragged about my terrible case of yellow fever.  Turned out to just be a really terrible cold.  Go figure.