Michael Marano, 129 TESS
I asked a question that’s only ever been answered in my favor by liars, “Is this going to hurt?”
“Yes,” the Peace Corps nurse replied, holding a long, thick needle containing the typhoid vaccination, a shot that afforded me a trip to Bangkok, scheduled on that morning to buy me an invite to the Close of Service Ceremony for the volunteers in my group.
I appreciated her honesty but feared the smile on her face as she said it. Metal entered skin, she had told the truth, something I wish could be said for the dentist who filled my cavity without novacane two months earlier.
“That didn’t hurt at all,” I lied, taking a mental note to examine the joy I received from impressing medical officials.
“Now is a sharp pain that only lasts a few minutes but the soreness will come and last longer,” she…
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