On Friday I had a reason to visit my local Urgent Care as a result of my first homeowner related injury (well, technically first, second, and third injuries). Don't worry....I'm fine. Nothing a good cleaning, some dermabond to close up the wounds, and bandages didn't fix. Since my injuries were construction related and I was due for it, I ended up getting a Tetanus shot too.
Here in the US there is a strong anti-vaccination movement (which completely blows my mind, but that's a different rant for a different day) and as a result doctors frequently feel the need to "sell" people on vaccinations. I'm not a person that needs to be convinced. If there is a shot that can protect me against Tetanus, Diphtheria, Pertussis, Measles, Mumps, Rubella, Polio, Smallpox, etc., all I need to know is if you need to give it in my arm or my butt. I value not acquiring diseases that are a) preventable and b) people die from.
The doctor was a woman that I guessed to be around my age and who appeared to be pregnant. She started in on her sales pitch for the TDaP vaccination. I told her that she didn't need to sell me on it and that if I was due for it that I wanted it. She continued with the sales pitch anyway. Her two main points were that all women who are pregnant or planning to become pregnant should have the shot and that anyone with regular contact with infants and children too young to get the vaccination should have it. Both of these things are true, but I didn't need the sales pitch. Again, I indicated that I wanted the shot. She continued with "someday you'll want to get your IUD removed and start a family so you really should consider getting it."
At this point I was exhausted, covered in dust and sweat (from sanding floors), bleeding from three different extremities, and irritated because I'd been there almost two hours at that point. Her suggestion that someday I might want to start my own family did not go over well.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I managed to get out "please shut up and give me the damn shot" Tears were streaming down my face at this point and it took everything I had to hold it together. She asked what she said that offended me. I told her that she should never make assumptions about people and that she should never take fertility for granted. I don't know why it got to me, but it did, and three days later I'm still thinking about it, and it still makes me want to cry.
Another reminder that I'm different, and this one was (and still is) a painful one.