I like to give my bits of nonsense titles from things I’m listening to. Tonight it’s “Mara” by Runrig and I’m listening to the track “Things That Are”. Today is nearly over and its been a short day, one way or another. Probably helped by me not getting up until 10 o’ clock this morning. P, bless him, let me sleep as I’m having some broken nights, thanks to a nasty sore throat and a cough that is driving me crackers.
It really is not fair. I had my routine ‘flu vaccination as usual, last month. Then a week later, I had a swine ‘flu vaccination. Well, I had to really, what with having diabetes and being prone to pneumonia as well as bronchitis like you wouldn’t believe. (Last time I had it, it lasted for six months.) I thought I’d be fine, just as I have been for the past three years since I’ve been having the ‘flu vaccination.
But put it this way: the ‘flu one is Constable Odo and the Bajoran security team on Deep Space Nine, while the swine ‘flu one is Commander Worf and the Starfleet security folks. I had a sore throat: nothing major, just a bit of a nuisance really. But the swine ‘flu vaccination went into overdrive and started lobbing photon torpedoes at it. Then the Bajorans got into the act and running around the corridors, shooting anything that moves. The result is that I feel like something the cats dragged in and the cough has bypassed bronchitis, but is having much the same effect. In that I can’t sleep lying down and have to prop myself up with lots of cushions and pillows. I’m drinking so much water that I expect my kidneys will be going down for the third time pretty soon. It’s a nightmare.
The rotten thing is, P and L are home for two weeks and now I’m not in a fit state to go anywhere with them. I had to make things worse by looking it up on the ‘net, which is always fatal. By the time I’d looked at half a dozen sites, I was convinced that I was going to get ME at the very least. But then I gave myself a good talking to and realized that, while lots of disgruntled people rushed to post their woes on the ‘net, no one had posted who were actually happy with the vaccinations. So I’m not going to worry. Comparing it to Gulf War syndrome is not going to give me the colly wobbles. Noserieebob. Not at all. Hah! Who am I kidding? I’m scared, of course as this vaccination does seem to have been rushed out. But nothing was gained by worrying. Anyway, I have an essay on Peter Pan to be getting on with, so I don’t have time for worrying about some vaccination I had over a month ago. No matter what it’s doing to me.
