I didn't know whether to laugh or cry

This ones for those out there who had some misconceived perception of me being some kind of knuckle-dragging alpha male.

When I was in school some ten years ago (eeek!) , I was so terrified by the thought of injections I did the following:

• Told the nurse I was allergic to them
• Told the nurse I had already had them
• Feigned Illness (and didn't go to the nurse)
  

Having had a few years to mature (a little), and come to terms with the fact that injections are inescapable, I decided to book myself in for a few inoculations pending my journey to Oz. Bravely I agreed to have the Hep A, Typhoid and BCG (yep I skipped that beauty too).

Tuesday came around and it was Hep A & Typhoid (combined - still not that brave) and also the Mantoux test (the first step of the BCG). Off I trotted to the Premier Medical Centre in Knowle and bravely sat whilst stabbed in both arms. On the whole I was fine, not a trembling lip in sight - so proud!

Then...Thursday - which meant either I have a raised lump where the Mantoux test was done, or I'm having the BCG. No lump, so off I trot back to Knowle with Chep in tow. Nurse inspects my arm, little too thoroughly to be honest, considering were looking for a lump (I thought she must have 3D blindness!). Then in she pops the needle, wangles it round a bit then job done. No tears, no trembling lip, no conciousness!

Rule of thumb, your brain may be able to handle things that your body can't...bugger!