As soon as I write a single word, my husband walks in and tries to to have a conversation. I love him, so I stop and listen to his boring story. About work. And I pretend to be engaged in the conversation, but there is a very large portion of my brain that is screaming for escape. He doesn't want to work. Me neither.
COVID has forced us to work in offices that sit next to one another. We both work out of the office occasionally, being essential workers, so it's not every day we're forced to work in neighboring offices. But all summer and throughout the lock downs we have been forced to spend a bit too much time attempting to pay our bills. I have to hear his boring Zoom meeting chatter, and he has to listen to my rock soundtrack. He must hate Chris Cornell by now. We are a great couple, but co workers, with thin walls, maybe not so wonderful. My employer, a school, is offering the COVID vaccination for our staff tomorrow. I'm going to get it because I had a dream last week that I got it, and that we were in a dirty hospital. It was orangish and dingy, and there were shoes on the ground. I had to grab my kid's shoe and my friend, who used to be a nurse, was there. The day after I had that dream, when I went to work, a teacher said, "Vaccinations next week, at the high school." Then it made sense. Dirty hospital = our local high school. Since I didn't die in the dream I'll get the vaccine. I have never gotten a flu shot. When I was required to get one by a former employer, a nursing facility where I did social work, I went to my holistic doctor and asked for a treatment that was equivalent to a flu shot. She gave me some acupuncture that was designed to boost my immune system response. I got kind of sick, it triggered an ocular migraine and I turned in a paper from a doctor that said, "Flu Consult." Done. Worked around it. My doctor and I discussed the pros and cons of the side effects and I decided to skip out. I have only had the flu once in the last 20 years. It sucked. I'm still secretly harboring a stink eye toward the friend who brought it to our Prince Concert party. My husband got the flu shot and then had the flu that night. It was horrible, he acted like he was dying. That was in 1999. Big turn off for me, and enough to make me say, "No, thank you." My mother gets one every year and then gets sick for two weeks. Pass. But the COVID thing is different. I have asthma and I'm anemic sometimes. I have the AB blood type. No, thank you. My uncle was in ICU for months, and almost died. Kidney failure, a coma, whatever your worst nightmare is, that was him. I still don't know if he's going to recover, but I am hopeful. But that was months of suffering with no end in sight. Another uncle, In Illinois, also got the virus, but I hear he's better. I have had about 20-30 friends who have had it, only one almost dying, she was hospitalized 5x and now is on steroids, still going on 9 months. She has the same type of asthma that I have, allergy and exercise induced asthma. She's also an ER nurse and advised me to get the Pfizer vaccination, which she said has less harmful side effects than the Moderna one, or so she's seen with her coworkers. They were the first round, being in the medical field. She said there's an autoimmune response that is kicking people's asses. I'm also supposed to take a Benadryl before hand, to help boost my resistance to the side effects. I'm ready. My dad got the Moderna vaccination last week, He said no side effects. I have no idea how he even got it, he's an engineer, NOT in the medical field, but he's old and rich. I believe it's the second shot that is supposed to give you the worst side effects, the flu like symptoms, or painful body aches for days, so I'll try to keep you informed. IF I LIVE THROUGH THIS. Fk.
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