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Thursday, April 26, 2007 . 4:52 AM

Health Checkup was today.

Height and weight, "body" checkup, and the immunization. [Injection, for the people in class who couldn't be bothered to read the sign. Hah.]

The second injection was more painful than the first, and my left arm is still aching now.

Both times when I was injected, I turned my head to catch the gory sight of a metal point stuck in my skin, and both the nurses said "DON'T MOVE!"

The bitter medicine they asked us to swallow was ...

...

Well ...

BITTER.

It was still cool that I went for something I didn't want to go for at first.