While at the doctor’s on Weds, she reminded me that I was due for two vaccinations, a tetanus booster and the first of the hepatitis Be vaccinations. Now, I knew as soon as the nurse asked if I was right or left handed that one of them was gonna be bad, but I did not expect to get as sick as I did.
The next morning I woke up so sick I almost cried when I tried to stand up. And in my stupidly fevered state, I was thinking, I can go to work, I can do this. If I can just walk a little, take some deep breaths, I’ll be able to work through the stiffness and stand upright. So I decide to go to the 7-11 two blocks away. I practically crawl there, and I’ve got fever and chills but I’m so stiff that I’m not shivering, I’m twitching. I overheard the cashier whisper to the other “meth” in a singsong tone, and I thought, ok, if I’m being mistaken for a tweeker, I think I should stay home from work.
So I crawled back into bed and didn’t budge all day, until I had to. I had an appointment at four with my psychiatrist, and unless you have a note from the ER, a missed appointment means your insurance won’t cover the fee and you have to pay out of pocket the entire cost of the appointment. So I had to drag myself in and attempt to convince him that the anti-anxiety meds are working like a dream, and the fact that I look like a zombie is completely unrelated! I owe it to our good working relationship that he took me seriously.
I’m feeling much better today, which really is a low hurdle to jump, but I’m grateful. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to wrap my arms in caution tape, to ward off those well intentioned squeezes of where I got my shots.