My kids weren’t happy with RA before. When they heard that because I have RA, they have to get a shot instead of nasal spray for the flu, they were incredulous. “That’s not fair!” they say, “We’re not the ones who are sick.”
Good. Let’s keep it that way.
Following doctor’s instructions, a few days ago I phoned his office to see about the H1N1 vaccine. They still didn’t have injectable, but did have the nasal spray for my kids. But… but… I was told that with the meds I’m on, my kids need to get the shot. After being put on hold twice, the nurse said that the odds of my getting sick from my kids getting the nasal spray are extremely small. No appointments for a week, so I hesitatingly booked slots for all the kids. None for me until the injectable comes in.
Today I decided to try again. They do have injectable, but it’s only available for high-risk patients. I wanted to pound the phone on the counter! The doctor told me to call. I really do have other things I could be doing with my time.
To tell the truth, if it weren’t for my kids, I wouldn’t get the shot. Everybody will die sooner or later, including yours truly. But I’d like to postpone the inevitable. I’d like to see my kids grow up. I want to be here for them. That means I need to take reasonable precautions to prevent things like H1N1.
When all I’m doing is following the doctor’s orders, I don’t need any flak from anyone, including his receptionist. It is hard enough dealing with the day-to-day struggles of this %#&$@ disease. Do not give me any grief about why I count as high risk.
I will be getting my shot this afternoon. Maybe it will take effect fast enough that it won’t be a problem when my kids get the nasal spray next week.