This little whiz kid thought she was being so smart. Life has ramped up at Mach speeds here, and right around Christmas. What with dealing with my mom wanting to leave Canada and come back to live with us, my little brother leaving the house in TX and moving to FL so we have to sell the San Antonio house, and the mister changing jobs and looking at a knee replacement in the VERY near future, stuff has been backing up. Had to take my commuter vehicle in for an oil change, and my needles were overdue
.
We have to work mandatory OT on Fridays, but only 8 hours vs 10. So I thought I would kill a bunch of birds with one stone while in Fargo/Moorhead. So I had booked a flu shot and a Covid booster for the same day. Perfectly fine, they said.
Now, let me explain that this girl never had a flu shot before I immigrated here. They made me get one because my case was being adjudicated during the "flu season'. When I got here my new doctor highly recommended it, blah blah, so whatever. Then right as Covid hit, the mister nearly died from influenza A. Never seen him so sick before...so we get the shots through the VA.
I was fine until about two hours ago. I feel like I've been hit by a northbound moose (actually a train, but I thought moose sounded more dramatic
). My clothes hurt, my skin is crawling, and every square inch of me aches in ways I never dreamed of before.
So I told mister belladonna to kick me next time I get the bright idea to get two jabs in the same day. I have a short memory sometimes...