A week or so after our daughter was born, back in January, my wife (who knows I hate getting shots) decided to make a spectacle of me in front of the doctors and the nurses by snitching and announcing to everyone that would listen that I didn’t get a flu shot because I was scared.
This wasn’t the first time she’d done this.
A few weeks prior, she made it a point to tell the phlebotomist that I was scared of needles and hadn’t gotten a flu shot. They both laughed at me.
Then, she told the maternity nurse(s) at the hospital that I hadn’t gotten a flu shot because I was scared of needles. They all took turns laughing at me during their rounds.
She told her book club I was scared of needles.
She told my daughter’s teachers I was scared of needles.
She told strangers at Target I was scared of needles.
Like, she’d introduce me to people by saying, “This is my husband, Corey. He’s a punk when it comes to needles.”
And every one of them laughed at me.
So when I finally got a flu shot and the whole “See it wasn’t so bad!” talk, I didn’t feel as though I was thoughtfully goaded into doing the right thing. I felt like I’d been clowned into submission.
But then karma showed up t my house.
Guess who got the flu last night?
Here’s a hint, not me.
I want my wife to get well as soon as possible because I hate watching her suffer, I don’t like it when she’s sick, and I can tell she’s miserable. So please don’t think I’m writing this to make fun of her in any way.
I’m just a huge fan of irony.
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