Shots and More Shots

I call the doctor's office first thing. Yes, they can fit me in this afternoon. I take the appointment even though I am scheduled to work at the reference desk. I know this takes precedence. My colleague understands and arranges coverage. I move slowly, put on my coat, manage to make it to the car, buckle myself in. I sit for long minutes waiting for my breathing to calm down and my strength to build back up after the exertion of walking.

I drive slowly to the clinic, take the elevator to the second floor, smile at the sign on the door instructing anyone with respiratory illness to request a mask, and sign in. I barely have time to sit before the nurse calls my name and takes me back. I bare my arm while she preps the shot. She informs me that not only am I getting a B-12 shot, but a flu and H1N1 shot since I am still in the "at risk" category.

Gulp. Last time I got the flu shot I ran a temperature and felt lousy for a day. Maybe the B-12 shot will cancel out the effect of the flu shot? I have no choice in the matter and no time to protest as the nurse jabs me, then jabs me again. I say a prayer of thanksgiving and wobble home to collapse in the chair. Early to bed again tonight. I am confident that tomorrow will be better.