Day I Evaded The Shot Thing”
©November 3, 2005
Momma, I don’t like pink medicine!”
“It will make your tummy feel better,” Momma insisted as she aimed
loaded spoon of Pepto-Bismol right toward my face.
tastes yucky,” I cried.
It didn’t matter how much I complained and protested Momma
was quite adamant that I open my mouth and swallow the pink medicine.
I still sat with my lips pressed tightly together in stubborn refusal.
“Okay, put on your shoes, we’ll just have to take you to the doctor then,”
Momma said without missing a beat as she slipped her coat
over her dress and reached for her purse.
Momma knew I hated going to the doctor. It was because I was
afraid of what I called, “the shot thing”. The shot thing was what is
better known as a hypodermic needle but who knows when the doctor
might draw it out of it’s scabbard like a sword and stab me with it!
I had experienced it before and it felt just like that
bee that stung me last summer.
However, one look at Momma and I knew this was almost the
end of the battle. The big showdown scene was about to begin.
Momma was standing there with the spoon in one hand and my coat
in the other. I knew there was no way that I was going to win so
with great reluctance I ever so slowly opened my mouth. I scrunched
my face up as I swallowed that spoon full of pink medicine. I closed
my eyes tightly and held my breath as long as I could to put off
the disgusting liquid.
After I swallowed it, I made sure to make all the appropriate gagging,
coughing, and whining sounds so that Momma would be sure
to know what a terrible thing she had just done to me. I had to swallow
the medicine because I thought the alternative was too terrible.
I just couldn’t take a chance on a visit to the doctor. There was just
telling whether or not that doctor might decide to deploy “the shot
Later that day, I did get better thanks to the makers of Pepto-Bismol and
my mother’s tenacity. The good news was that I didn’t have to go
the doctor nor did I have to deal with “the shot thing”.
Since that time, I’ve often wondered if Momma was bluffing to get me
to take the pink medicine or if she really would have taken me to
the doctor if I had refused to take my medicine. I guess I’ll
never know but I do know that I never messed with Momma when
meant business because there was no way to win.
I took my medicine that day and managed to save my pride by
pronouncing myself the heroine of “Act One” of the play
called My Childhood. This particular scene was
“The Day I Evaded the Shot Thing!”