Once poked, twice shy

Today was my second Dr's visit. Unlike the first one, this visit was horrible. Right when we got inside I lost my binky. Don't ask me how this happened, probably because I pull it out and throw it across the room; regardless, I lost it! So I cried the whole time. First they put this thing around my head and told me my head was 15 centimeters! Then they made me take my clothes and diaper off to be put on this weird contraption they call a scale. I weighed 11 lbs, 6 oz and am in the 95th percentile. Then they pulled out this big black thing, a ruler, and measured me from head to toe - 21 3/4 in. tall - the 75th percentile. So by this point i'm pretty upset and i'm still crying. My mom sticks this sucker in my mouth that had yummy sweet red stuff in it. So i'm sucking away, finally happy for once and then out of no where I feel this awful familiar feeling - a poke. Now for those of you who don't recall let me refresh you - I was poked 15 million times at the hospital because I had jaundice, so I know what a needle feels like. My face turned a bright red purple and I held my breath for 15 seconds hoping the pain would subside, however it did not. I screamed like a baby at the top of my lungs. They then put this gigantic bandaid on, like this is supposed make it better, well it didn't. Needless to say, my mommy picked me up and cuddled me and eventually I quit crying. I was never so happy to go back in my car seat and go home. I slept the day away but now I am partially immune to Hep B. I am dreading my 2 month visit when I have to have 3 shots!!