Think Chicken Run
04. Oktober 2006 | en
Yesterday I was called downstairs to a room of people in lab coats. Ok so there were 2, but it is always disconcerting when you walk into a room in your domestic domain and see lab coats. And then I was told I needed a needle. WTF??? One boy was crying, the other was looking at me suspiciously, so I thought they needed me to go first. It was a flu shot so I figured what the hell. One stab by a stranger later and I’m told the boys already have theirs.
This morning my arm is itchy, sore, and grotesquely swollen. Almost as if someone slipped one of those giant square band aids for your knee under the skin. The aunt sees it, and says, “Maybe because there are 5 different virus in that needle.”
Think chicken run, think panicked screaming clay chickens, think thats the scene in my head right now.
Schlagwörter:
Istanbul
We mustn’t Panic
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Karte:
N 41° 00.892
E 29° 00.939
