Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon you can hear the pitiful cries. Mothers enter the doctor's surgery ashen-faced to queue up for the next round of injections. They leave half an hour later, cramming chocolate into their babies' mouths to stop their sobbing. When my husband took our five-year-old for his 20th injection since he was born, the doctor missed and jabbed my husband's leg instead. Parents watched in horror as he limped out of the surgery. (The Telegraph - Jan 30.2005)
There has to be a better way!!
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