6 Days Pre-Surgery #2: Flu-shots.
This is a fairly random post, but I thought it would be entertaining. Yesterday, Ryan and I went and got flu-shots together!
The last thing I wanted was to end up with the flu while I was stuck face down. I will already end up having some fluid build up from the position I'll be in, but if I had all of the horrible mucus and coughing/sneezing and stomach issues that come along with that virus, I think they would end up having to put me in a padded room quite frankly.
Ryan was very, very adverse to this. According to him (jokingly), he has three doctors. Jim, Jose (not very often at all though), and Jack. So getting him to get a flu-shot was a BIG deal.
I had just left my physical at Doctor's Express where they were unfortunately out of the vaccines. I stopped in CVS and they had some in stock- the new intra-dermal ones. This sounded fine to me because anything would be better at this point considering my arm was bruising more by the minute from the blown veins in it. Which, by the way, looks HORRIBLE today.
Ring. Ring. "Hello?"
"Hi sweetie. So I'm at CVS and I'm getting a flu-shot, will you get one so that you don't bring it home to me and give me the flu while I'm recovering this time, since you gave me a cold while I was recovering from the last surgery? Pleaseeee?"
"No. No, I am not getting that."
Fast forward through the compromising, he is on his way to CVS.
We are sitting there waiting by the pharmacy for them to prepare the shots. If you haven't heard of the intra-dermal shots, they're pretty cool. Instead of going into your muscle, they are more superficial. Smaller needle, less pain at the time of injection, and less pain post-injection.
The pharmacist walks out.
Ryan is grumbling next to me. She pulls everything out and I get mine first.
Alcohol wipe. One, two, three, PINCH. All done. And it was definitely less of a pinch than the traditional shots.
Ryan is next. Part of me is really excited- which sounds kind of mean but he was being such a smart-ass while we were waiting. He had to take off his button-down shirt. Which of course made him roll his eyes in a joking manner. Pulls his sleeve up, and she shoots him.
All done. No biggie. I'm standing up and putting my jacket on, Ryan is readjusting his shirt and putting it on while the pharmacist is cleaning up and chatting with us.
Out of no-where Ryan blurts out, "Oh my god, my whole arm is numb!"
I moved faster than I had in past 7 weeks. I spin around and yell out, "what?!"
The pharmacist's mouth was just hanging open, like she didn't know what to say and in what was a grand total of 5 seconds start to finish, he had faked having a numb arm and goes, "Just kidding! Sorry..." as he chuckled at the end.
Now I've been listening to him give personality to his immune system all afternoon today. His arm is a little sore, as is his armpit. Which is a normal reaction. So to him, this is what his immune system is saying, "27 years of faithful service and this is how you repay me? Why are you doing this to me? I've kept you from having the flu for your entire life, why don't you believe in me?"
This will be a long 6 days... and yes, he uses a special, higher pitched voice to imitate his immune system's inability to speak... If you know him, this should not surprise you in the least!
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