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So we're in the doctor's office--I mean, literally we just got shown to room #1 and we're waiting for the pediatrician--when L starts spinning around, bumps into a chair, and gets a black eye. After that chair incident, the finger pin prick to test her hemoglobin, the blood test to verify an iron deficiency, and the Hepatitis A shot, it's a wonder she didn't need crutches to get out the door.