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Kinda Wishing I Had Gotten a Flu Shot

Published January 15, 2011 - 7 Comments

OK… this ain’t no freakin’ normal cold…  this has gotta be some form of super-bug, sent as part of an advance team from a hostile alien race, intent on taking over the planet Earth by incapacitating its inhabitants.  That’s the only explanation I have for why, after nearly 3 weeks, I am not really any farther ahead now, than when this all started.  Sometimes I wake up and lay in bed thinking everything feels fine.  Then as soon as I get up, things must shift around, and I spend the next hour coughing sludge out of my lungs.  But sometimes I wake up and things seem great… and gradually throughout the day it gets a little worse… the coughing becomes more persistent… my throat feels yucky… my ears hurt a little inside…

One of the worst feelings is when I exhale, I can sometimes feel “stuff” in my chest… When I’m trying to fall asleep at night, I can actually hear it with each breath.  It’s kinda gross.

So yesterday I vowed to go to the clinic and see a practitioner of medicine.  Easier said than done!  The number rang busy from the very second they opened the lines… I decided to suck it up, and go another day.

Last night we went to Costco.  After eating a hotdog and chicken finger, I went into a coughing fit and promptly threw up everything that I had previously eaten.  My one saving grace is that the bathroom at Costco is a single male/female bathroom… so no one else had to experience the joy of hearing me with my head in the toilet from the next stall over.  Good times.  My 7 yr old only had one concern: “What colour was your puke?”  Ah.. boys…

All of this brings me to the title of today’s blog post.  Every year my Doctor asks me if I am going to get the flu shot.  Of course her recommendation is that I get it.  And every year I tell her the same thing.  “No thanks… Never had it yet, and I’ve been fine”.  I wonder at what point my supposed invincibility wears off, and I wake up to the reality that I am not immune to the world around me.  I think that I may be closer to that point than I’ve ever been.  I’m starting to regret my standing policy of general apathy.  That’s a big step for me!  There’s certainly no guarantee that had I gotten the flu shot, that I would not be suffering in misery right now… but it’s that “what if” that nags me whenever I regain motor function after another coughing fit.

I suppose that it’s too early to sign up for next year’s dose?