Ah. Happy late Thanksgiving, everyone. We had such a full holiday weekend- two stops on Thanksgiving Day, then a little late night Black Friday shopping, another get together the day after that, and then my niece’s birthday party Saturday night… which we had to leave early, so I could go to the hospital to do a birth! I didn’t fall into my own bed til nearly eight Sunday morning, and despite mostly making up my sleep I was just pretty wrecked the next few days. In unfortunate timing, Jamie started preschool this Monday (more on that later!) so while it was nice to have him entertained and cared for while I crashed on the couch being weak and pitiful, it did suck that those basically free mornings, which I had been so gleefully anticipating, were wasted on tea-sipping and rerun watching. Fail!
I had finally taken the kids and myself to get flu shots the day before Thanksgiving, per general guilt trips re: having lots of littles in the family, having an elderly family member we see a lot, myself being around new moms and newborns fairly often, etc. It seems like the responsible thing to do, and I’ve never really been all that wary of vaccines or the general theory behind them (I feel like inoculation is really a fairly old and time tested concept, overall, compared to lots of medical crap we put ourselves through!) However. The flu shot and I just do not agree.
The kids all did fine with theirs and showed no side effects whatsoever, but I, as I ALWAYS DO EVERY SINGLE TIME EVER, ended up with pseudo-flu for about five solid days, starting on Thanksgiving. I get every symptom in the book, just a bit more mild than the real flu, and no actual fever. So I don’t think I’m really sick, or really contagious? Just generally kind of miserable, and useless. It’s just how my body reacts, despite the absence of any live virus, and it sucks. I’m never getting that stupid thing again, I don’t even care. (Imagine Scarlett O’Hara here, facing the wreckage of Tara with her fistful of dust, saying bitterly, “As God is my witness…” Then insert, “…I’ll never get a flu shot again!”)
Anyhow, I’m kind of better from that finally (though now I seem to be coming down with a cold, thanks to my compromised immune system from the shot, I imagine!) and just in time, since Jim’s office party is tonight. I do always look forward to it- his coworkers are a lot of fun, there’s plenty of drinks, and allegedly there will be karaoke. Probably not enough drink for me to be attempting to sing in my current state of raw throat-edness, but should be entertaining just to watch. Plus I love to dress up. It will probably be a little overkill, tonight, but I have to make up for feeling crappy. Bring on the Spanx and heels! You only live once, I hear.