Monday, August 09, 2010

At the clinic

My nephew Jerry has been having sporadic bouts of fever since last week. We're hoping it's only because of his cough. Just to be sure, we brought him to the hospital to get a platelet count. Of course, you know what that means: poor baby!

Utterly oblivious, Jerry sat calmly on his mother's lap while the nurse got the equipment ready. We distracted him with cartoons on the cellphone, and with the parking slip. "Hey, Jerry, what letter is this?" Somehow, he got suspicious and would peer over at what the nurse was doing. His dad would wave the paper in front of him. At this point in his childhood, Jerry just loves letters, numbers, and colors.

And then: prick!

Jerry bawled out as loud as he could: "WAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Shhh, shhh, Jerry," his mother said. "It'll be quick."


A drop of crimson formed on Jerry's fingertip. The nurse siphoned it off with a pipette.


He looked so pitiful, but I couldn't help but chuckle. I decided to have a bit of fun. I pointed to his finger and to the length of the pipette. "Jerry, Jerry," I called, "look! What color is that?"

Without missing a beat from his wail, he cried:


That got a laugh out of everyone in the clinic. And out of everyone we've told the story to.

I have a feeling this story will hound Jerry for a long time to come.

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