Sharing My World 23

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Share Your World 2015 Week 12

When was the last time you sat on a park or garden bench for more than ten minutes?  Describe the occasion.

Last summer I spent some time on park benches watching grandchildren do what grandchildren do.  Ford streams, throw rocks, feed animals, drink sweet cold drinks on a hot summer day.  I like this role as grandma, where you just have to be there and observe and aren’t expected to participate in things like mini golf tournaments or spinning tea-cup rides.  Just buy T-shirts for everybody when the day is over.  Then hand the children back over to their parents.

Would you ever be interested in observing a surgery or do you turn away when the nurse brings out the needle?

I skip over fake surgeries on Netflix and fast forward through bloody crime scenes.  I look the other way when I get needles, have blood work done, or get hooked up to IV.  Although I’ve had so much of that done, maybe it’s really not necessary anymore.  But no, I would not be interested in observing surgery of any kind.  Or hearing about it.  Or looking at your stitches.

Where’s your favorite place to take out-of-town guests?

Back to the airport.  HAHA!!  Just kidding.  Out for dinner is always fun.  We live in a place where there are lots of choices.  And I will tag along to wherever guests decide to go if they want my company.  I’m the same way on trips.  I tend to go along for the ride without any real plans of my own.  This is partly about being easy to get along with, but mostly about laziness and lack of interest in getting off my ass and going anywhere unless strongly encouraged by someone who is excited and enthusiastic.  I would be a really poor event co-ordinator.

If you had an unlimited shopping spree at only one store, which one would you choose?  Why?

Is it cheating to say a gigantic department store full of furniture, home appliances, electronics, clothing,  food, books, stationery and art supplies?  Okay, it probably is.  So I will select instead  Wine and Beyond and pick up one or two cases of everything they have in stock.  That should keep me happy for a while and take care of Christmas presents for at least a couple of years.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Every March I am SO DONE with snow, and yet here it falls sometimes as late as May.  So I am grateful that Spring eventually does show up, even though I give up hope about 14 times every year before it happens.

Next week it’s supposed to warm up!  Said the optimistic fool who should move south or get over it.  Okay.  I’m over it.  The sun is shining and I’m grateful to be alive.


Get a Flu Shot and Cheer the Hell Up

Production of influenza vaccine

Production of influenza vaccine (Photo credit: Sanofi Pasteur)

Yesterday W and I got flu shots, like we have been doing for the past several years.  The year I missed getting one I ended up with pneumonia, so now I’m a dedicated believer in them.  I’m in close contact at work with lots of people and breathing the same air, touching the same objects, wondering when the last time was they washed their hands, and why they can’t make themselves stay at home when they’re sick.

The influenza vaccine gives me some protection and makes me better able to fight off infections, and less likely to pass them on to other people.  I don’t really care if it’s all in my head, I believe they work.

Normally I don’t have any adverse reaction to the shot, but yesterday, OMG, the stupid needle hurt.  I gave the nurse the evil eye but she was not phased by it.  Maybe she enjoys her role of inflicting pain.  Or maybe she’s just not that good with needles.  Later in the day I could still feel the pain, although there was no redness or swelling, no matter how many times I checked.

I read over the information sheet she gave me, in particular the possible side effects section, and (no surprise for this paranoid hypochondriac personality type) realized I had every one of them.  Headache, muscle aches and pains, tiredness and irritability – the flu shot is a terrific excuse for all those things.  I should get them more often.  The fever and chills may have been caused by myself and W in our ongoing war of the thermostat.  He turns it up, I turn it down.  Somebody bakes, somebody freezes.  Temperature incompatibility helps to alleviate a lot of marital boredom.

And MAYBE the extremely stiff-neck pain I had later in the day was the result of reading my kindle for hours at a stretch, so involved in the story that it made my muscles tense up and my head hurt.  But of course today at work I won’t mention any of that, because this is my day to be out of sorts for a good reason.  Usually I don’t have one that’s even remotely believable.  So already the flu shot has made me feel better about myself and my moods.

There should be a section on their vaccine information paper about how long one can reasonably complain about the shot and how to fake a few of the anaphylaxis symptoms to garner sympathy without truly alarming anyone.  And how to recognize customers who have severely weakened immune systems so that you know who you can’t possibly offer to help because you might kill them.  I think two weeks of staying away from them sounds plausible.  Maybe I’ll call up Alberta Health Services and offer to write that up for them.  Lots more people would get the shot if I did.