Zagreb, Croatia – Friday, Nov. 9
Bangkok, Thailand – Friday, Nov. 16
When we were in Croatia I woke up one morning and my mom told us we were getting shots. I hid under the bed until French toast was ready. I hate getting shots. We had to get a shot for rabies.
The walk to the travel clinic was very slow because I was walking 10 steps behind every one and stalling. We finally made it to the travel clinic and I sat on a bench outside and did not want to go in, but they pulled me in. So we went in a huge line and thought it was going to take forever, but in two minutes we were in the room with a very lovely doctor and I was freaking out.
The doctor was trying to make me feel better but the clinic was so different to the one in Seattle so I just couldn’t hold myself together. First my dad went and he said it was fine. Then Amelia went and said it was fine, and to be honest I was feeling a bit better by that point, but then it was my turn🤤😯😲. So I sat on the chair and looked away and before I knew it, it was done just like that. After that my mom got hers (I took the picture) and we walked home and got a hotdog and gummy bears.
The clinic was so easy – you just went in, went in to a room and then they asked you if you were allergic to anything, and then did the shots and filled out these little booklets and then we were done. So that was the story of our shots in Croatia, but wait there’s more …
When we were in Bangkok we had to get MORE shots!!!! We took the train to a big hospital.
We went in to a big air conditioned clinic with like 4 floors. It was big, so we went to the reception and asked what to do. The woman gave us each a sheet of paper to fill out. We filled them out and waited, then they told us to go to the 3rd floor.
So we went up and they gave us other sheets of paper to fill out. Then we saw a sign that said that first you fill out forms, then you see a doctor, then you pay, then you get the actual shots, then you get observed, then you can finally go. Oh, and they have to take your blood pressure and weigh you so by the time we were actually getting our shots I was really worked up.
So my dad went first and said it was fine again, and then my mom went. Oh, and I forgot to mention that my sister, my mom and I were all getting two shots (my dad didn’t have to- lucky). My mom said hers were fine, so then Amelia went and she said it was fine, but she actually wasn’t telling the truth because it hurt but she just wanted to make me feel better.
So when I went in I sat down and SHE PUT THE SHOT IN AND TOLD ME TO COUNT TO 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and the other one was the same, so after that we got observed for 30 minutes and then left to go home.
That is the story of the two shots- the first one was so easy, the second one not so much but they were ok.