"Your Flu Vaccine Gave Me The Flu!"
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I am familiar with the principle of vaccination. I understand how it’s sort of like training your immune system to kill in the same way that cats train their offspring to: showing it a dead or weakened version of The Enemy, and letting it familiarize itself with the concept of DESTROY! I understand that the analogy I just used is simplistic at best, and I can grasp the much more complex reality of the situation.
Yes, I get all that.
I don’t really care. I understand the need, but it’s still a little disconcerting to have a nurse use a needle to insert a tropical disease into your arm.
For one thing, I hate intramuscular vaccination. It makes me feel like I’ve been punched in the arm. I could handle the meningococcal vaccine because it was subcutaneous, and I got allergy shots for a number of years and put up with a small tattoo. But yellow fever had to go in the muscle, and made my whole arm sore.
Also, remember how I said that rumor had it the yellow fever vaccine makes you sick?
The rumor has been confirmed. I have General Malaise. Also, my eyeballs may launch from their sockets at any time
And that’s just the beginning! I’m also taking typhoid oral vaccinations, and next week I get to go have a couple of boosters and pick up the prescriptions for clean needles (along with a letter saying that they’re for medical purposes, dammit), anti-malarials, birth control,* and treatment for travelers’ diarrhea. And I tell you, nothing inspires confidence in you like the nurse saying, “I’m going to write a prescription for two episodes of diarrhea, because you’ll be there long enough.” I also have a 63-page pamphlet that boils down to, “Go there if you insist, but wear a bodysuit. And stay indoors. With the windows closed and the drapes pulled. Under your bed, if it’s possible. And drink only bottled water and only eat Clif Bars.”
But gods dammit, this is happening.
Remind me why I’m going here, again, and why I didn’t pick a nice clean first world country like Norway?
*The basic message I’m getting from the clinic is that while in Kenya, the best plan is to not have sex. With anyone. In fact, just to be safe, don’t even fantasize, because you never know what your imaginary partners may have picked up from hookers in Nairobi or something. So my need for Da Pill caused some concern among the nurses. However, I’ve been taking birth control for a third of my life for a completely unrelated reason.
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Date: 2007-05-02 11:04 pm (UTC)Have these nurses and other medical people had any practical experience with Africa? The warnings are good, definitely, but it's a bit over the top. The medical folks weren't as freaked out when I went. I was only there for ten days, though.
Bring major amounts of sunblock. I had SPF 60 on my face (and the hubby's bald spot) and we used SPF 30 anywhere that might get exposed.
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Date: 2007-05-03 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-03 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 11:06 pm (UTC)That's the coolest thing I've ever been vaccinated for.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:57 am (UTC)Sorry, I have my silly hat on.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:59 am (UTC)Great minds ...
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Date: 2007-05-03 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-03 03:07 am (UTC)"She's got sepia fever. She's the exact color of an old photograph."
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Date: 2007-05-03 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 11:26 pm (UTC)And Kenya is going to rock. Even without a hazmat suit!
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Date: 2007-05-02 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-03 03:01 am (UTC)"No, really, really, truly. I am a saint. I am a hermit. When someone comes within three yards of me I fast, bathe, and remove three layers of skin. I STILL WANT THE BIRTH CONTROL."
You're going to Kenya* because the amazing, paranoid preparations give you ample content for amusing blogposts, so that those of us with far less exciting things on our horizons - like dinner - can be entertained at your expense. Oh, and elephants.
*I don't know you and have not the foggiest idea why you're going to Kenya.
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Date: 2007-05-03 08:10 pm (UTC)Well now, you're going there and I'm going to Norway because I think we both want to go someplace where a large portion of the people we meet are going to ask, "What the hell are you doing here??" Also, you didn't pick Norway because you didn't want to say, "Those jeans cost how much?!" Or the equally good question, "I'm sorry, did you just say you wanted me to sever my arm as payment for this meal here at this lovely restaurant?" After which someone is sure to mutter, "That's why we shouldn't have ordered that damn beer." Er, back to the first reason. Kenya not fancypants first world country because something drew you to it. Dunno what. But I'm sure it's something like my random reasons for going to Norway. Also, if you're gonna go somewhere, you might as well make it worth telling stories about, right? =D Man, this was a long and not so good comment. =P See ya in class.