^,^ They've probably got all that information on you "looked up" before you sat down.
Anyhow, late 1940s my Mommy brought me to a clinic in Grand Central Station for a mandatory series of vaccinations including smallpox. The line was long and kids were crying all along the line and of course I was too.
When it came time to get the shot(s) she said to stop crying and wait to see how bad it hurt, then I could cry. She described it as somethng miinor, perhaps like a bug bite, and while the medical person wanted me to look away, my Mommy said I could watch if I wanted to. I guess I learned the difference between pain and Pain because it wasn't all that bad. I remember the medico saying what a brave boy I was and complimenting my mother on handling it. (She had been a professional nanny for a large family in the 30s, so had lots of practice with handling kids before I came along.)
To this day I watch while they're drawing blood or injecting me and I still recalll that event. And in general, I'm more of a coward about a lot of things.
Anyhow I still have faint traces of the "smallpox vaccination scar" on my left shoulder.
And I will say this: You can thank me and my shoulder scar and the millions of other people subjected tp the mandatory vaccinations of those days that you, personally, are in little danger of getting that disease.
And if you are all shoulder-chippy and adamant about mandatory vaccinations and personal freedoms in this regard, you're a blind idiot and that's all there is to it.
Same story with the polio vaccine.
There. I said it and I ain't takin' it back and you can thank me and my little scar on the way out my door and take your "Yeah, buts" with you.
Terry, "no chip, but a scar on my shoulder," 230RN
ETA In case you're not familiar with them. Recent, not mine, typical: