I love lists...

I love lists in all forms. To-do lists, grocery lists, reading lists, goal lists. Sometimes I'll have a to-do list and if I performed a task that's not on it, I will write it down just so I can cross it out. I'm sure there are others out there like me. My list keeps changing these days and it seems like it's getting longer rather than shorter.

Yesterday I was about to go get my tattoo when I realized I hadn't gotten a tetanus shot in 10 years. After googling all of the potential risks with tattoos, I decided to go ahead and get my shot.


The Family Doctor walk-in clinic wasn't as scary as I thought it would be except that the doctor who gave me my shot seemed extremely unsure of herself and cleaned the spot on my arm for at least 30 seconds and kept pressing my arm trying to find the right place to insert the needle - not very comforting. Anyway, I had to read all the vaccine warnings before getting my shot and then last night all I could do was think about how thirsty I was and how I thought my jaw was locking up, since I could potentially die from having a vaccine (or that's what the booklet said). Thanks Mom, for giving me your hypochondriac gene.


So I checked off getting a tetanus shot and I'm thankful I don't need another one for 10 years. Next thing on the list is to spend two hours voluntarily having needles inserted into my shoulder blade to permanently ink a beautiful design into my skin - if I don't freak out too much from reading the possible health risks involved.