I've been physicalled and stuck with needles and tested for TB and now I'm all set for college.
After the nurse practitioner stabbed me with a tetanus booster (good for ten years) I nodded, of course, and said thank you and walked out of the hospital, dodging sticky little children and people in wheelchairs, and drove out of the parking garage leisurely.
I've been thinking, though. Where will I be in ten years, when I'll need another tetanus booster? Will I be married? Will I have kids? What will I be working at? What will I be like?
I started having alarmingly precise and dissimilar visions of myself in ten years. (One involved an elephant and a hamster. Don't even ask.) In the end, I decided to just wait and see.
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