All of Joe’s “ologists” (doctors) have been asking him for months “Have you had the flu shot?” to which Joe has answered “No”. The reactions are mixed. A single eyebrow raise and a “hmmm” from the cardi”ologist”, an empahtic “Why Not?” demand from the pulmin”ologist”, a slight shake of a lowered head by the neur”ologist”, and a recitation of the benefits of having the flu shot to protect him from the virus by his nephr”ologist”. Our very own ICU Trauma Nurse daughter has asked when her Dad will be getting a flu shot.
Okay, the writing was on the wall. Personally. I’m not going to get the flu shot or any kind of SHOT! Maybe I’ve mentioned, at least 50 times in previous posts, my fear of needles. I will not be the first person in line for any kind of shot. The further back I can keep in the line and make my quiet escape is fine with me.
Joe’s health issues have gone all pear shaped the past few years. Maybe it is time for me to just “Put my big girl panties on and just do it”. Friday evening, January 11th, we both got flu shots from our local grocery store pharmacy. Yep. It hurt like he**. I had a swollen area with a hard knot the size of a golf ball at the injection site for two days. The golf ball went away, finally, by Tuesday.
This past Friday, January 18th, Joe and I returned home from our Nashville, Tennessee to Wilmer, Texas trip. We would be leaving on Monday afternoon for Charlotte, North Carolina….that is until we were both stricken with THE FLU!
Friday night we both had tickles in our throats that coughing would not ease. We went to bed about 10 p.m. and awoke at nearly 11 a.m. on Saturday. I had to send a text message to Carissa to “sing” her Happy Birthday song because we were too sick to actually call her. That sucks! By 4 in the afternoon on Saturday we were back in bed and were there through Sunday evening. Long enough for me to stagger out of bed to hunt up the thermometer. Both of us had fevers of 102.3. Drink some water, take some acetaminophen then go back to bed.
All the time we spent in bed we had fitful bouts of sleep interrupted by spates of coughing which made us see stars and walk like we were drunk trying to make it to the bathroom before we peed the bed from all the hacking. Both of us were trying to get the bed linens wrapped around us in an attempt to get warm when the cold chills had us shaking and jerking the covers away from each other. Blanket hogs is what we became. Then the covers would be flung off as we searched for a spot in bed that was cool while our bodies seemed to be on fire.
Monday we went to our family physician. He has also been on the flu shot bandwagon and harping at us. I was sent to get my chest x-rayed since our doctor feared I may have pneumonia and we were both sent to a lab to have blood drawn. A prescription for a tetracycline antibiotic for each of us and a note to get Mucinex DM Maximum Strength. This was followed by an admonition to drink lots and lots of water.
Joe is not handling this well. He is lamenting about how tired he feels and that he just doesn’t have the energy to move. I tell him to get his butt out of the chair and get it moving. Walk to the bedroom closet and back to your chair. Then walk into the kitchen and back. I get lip from him. He was even so fraught with frustration at my harping at him to get his butt moving I was rewarded with the “finger”. I’m still rolling on the floor laughing at that one. He’s rather chagrined and mortified by his outburst and I’m about to bust a gut. He is moving though. You want to know what did it? His hospital stays. Walk the halls of the hospital before you can think about getting home. I also told him “Awful Nurse Leslie isn’t bringing you water. You have to go get it yourself.”
Today, I’m feeling better. Got the bedding all washed up and put back on so we have a clean bed to go to tonight. Some grocery shopping yesterday for fresh fruit and soups. A small steam vaporizer today from our local drug store to help me to be able to breathe easier. I tell you, there have been times that I felt like a fish out of water. Gulping and gasping to draw in air. My oxygen levels at the doctor office were not good, in the high 80’s, which was why I was sent for chest x-rays. My ribs and neck muscles are sore from all the coughing and subsequent straining to get air in my lungs. Between the nasty and foul Mucinex and the vaporizer I am back to breathing freely.
Will I be getting another flu shot next year? Not just NO, but HELL NO!
Maybe tomorrow I will get in my craft room and do something in there instead of watching way too many YouTube videos of other crafters.