Earlier today I got my first flu shot...first ever. Longtime readers of this blog will remember last year when I lamented in great detail over my bout with the flu. Well, based upon that horror and the fact that some others I know are now getting really intimate with their toilets, I decided that maybe this year I'd take the plunge and have the doctors poke me with a sharp, metal object.
So, I headed in to the Hannibal Clinic, and they did their magic. But, they asked an odd question on the health waiver (i.e., the document whereby if they, oh, kill you, you shouldn't sue). "Do you have any adverse reactions to eggs?"
I know they have the flu vaccine formula based in some type of egg thing...I'm not a biologist, nor do I play one on tv...but it just seemed a bit odd, that's all.
Well, I went in, and Nurse Nightingale asked if I wanted it in the upper arm. I asked, "Is there another spot?" She just glared at me. I rolled up my sleeve, she poked me, and that was that. But on the way out, my left arm was really tingling, and I didn't really feel all that hot on the way to the car.
I thought, "Wow, maybe I have high cholesterol, and this has triggered something."
Then I realized, "No, you goof. You're just a hypochondriac." Finally. So good to figure things out.
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