I finally got a flu shot today. It’s about damn time, right? Well yeah, considering I’ve never bothered before.
I got home a little after nine last night and soon realized my throat was feeling a little funky. Annoyed, I assumed I was probably getting another cold. I blame the retail job. So I just let it be and went about business as usual.
Around noon today I was kind of thinking the throat felt less sore and more… swollen. So I looked in the mirror and saw something that shouldn’t be there. Then I went into my office’s bathroom where the lighting is better and verified the presence of the dreaded white spots. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I called my regular clinic but they didn’t have any appointments for over a week. The dude said I could call back in the morning and see if they had any cancellations. Not good enough! I found a walk-in clinic that would be on my way home, and figured I could leave early from work. Then my boss reminded me that the downtown Mpls Target has a clinic and the wait would probably be much less ridiculous. So I went down, checked in, was told I’d be the first appointment after they took their lunch break (they close for 1/2 an hour in the afternoon), and went and ate a cheeseburger. It was delicious, by the way.
The strep test came back negative as usual, but they sent it to the lab. I’ll know tomorrow whether or not it’s strep. I’m thinking it probably is. Then the doctor asked if I’d had a flu shot and, since I hadn’t, if I wanted one. Sure, why not? I mean I was already there.
Guys, the needle they use on that thing is like 3mm long at most. Easiest shot ever.
And now if Darren’s “chest cold” turns out to be the flu, maybe I won’t die. Meanwhile, here I sit with my nasty throat, waiting to see if they’ll give me the good drugs.
*quote from Alfred Hitchcock
fearlessly, myself. 