Recovery

Yesterday was a day we all dreaded. The first round of injections. We had one child telling us, through sobs, that it would be OK to leave her behind, while the rest went to Mexico, cause she did NOT want the injections. She was the same one who burst out laughing when she finally got her first one, cause she didn't even feel it going in.


Then we had another that I needed to hold tightly, both arms and the head away, while he had his done. When it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, he told the nurse to quickly do the other one.


Then there was the littlest one. With no time to think through what was going to happen, it was a huge shock to her when she got her first, and then a battle to receive the second.


We had a nice treat to finish with (thanks to Tesco vouchers) and we all sat rather emotionally drained, but a little proud of ourselves that we had made it through.

Then came the evening. Our arms felt as though they had been thumped numerous times in the same spot, on both arms. Pain killers before bed, we woke up to the NEXT DAY. Typhoid must be terrible to catch, and we needed to have our inoculations for that, but it has floored us all today. Mild headaches, aching all over, and just wanting to lie and do as little as possible.

We still have a few more to get, and it is the reminder for us that missionaries all over the world, and their children are trying to keep bugs, beasties and diseases at bay. We are so thankful that we can get most of these free on our own NHS. Are we best to call it pain-before-the-gain, or just wise preventative medicine? All so that we can see people we love, and minister alongside them.