Well she didn’t really stab me, actually I didn’t feel it at all, but still 3 shots in a day?! I think that’s over doing it, and then of course there are 2 more in July and they toke some blood from me just a week ago to check my blood type (just incase a lion or something tries to eat me and I need a blood transfusion after the attack). Take my advice if you are like me and have a serious phobia against needles (yes I know it is a silly fear, but I can’t make it go away) then don’t go to Kenya. But then again you should never let your fear stop you from living your life; I for example went on a Canopy Tour in South Africa, at heights over 19 meter above ground I soared between the trees on cable wires hanging from a harness and trust me I get dizzy just by wearing high heels (I do that every day though). I hated every minute of it but I did it, and now I’ll never have to do it again but at least I gave it a try. So now I just have to live through being stabbed a couple of times so that I can go to Kenya, no pain no gain.
// At least I didn’t faint //
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