This is a vicious flu season. It's aggressive, and it's early. I've had the actual, real flu once in my life and it was awful. Really, you do feel like you're going to die. You want to die. It's that bad.
I got my seasonal flu shot as soon as I possibly could, and Chris and Sabrina got theirs as well.
But we can't get the H1N1 shot, yet. Chris and I probably won't be able to get it at all. Apparently, "healthy" adults from 25-65 are the last group to be allowed a shot, and poor mental health does not qualify you for the vaccine. I know, I told the woman answering the flu hotline how wrong that was, but she didn't agree.
I feel so vulnerable.
The instant someone says their throat hurts or they aren't feeling well, I start to feel sick. It's instantaneous. Literally my glands begin to swell the second the words leave their mouth. It's happened several times over the past couple weeks. I find myself washing my hands constantly, and each time I notice myself rubbing my eye or itching my nose, I immediately cringe and think I just infected myself with swine flu. See, just typing this is making my chest hurt.
Since Sabrina will qualify for the vaccine once it's available, I've developed a plan. I intend to take her for her shot, and as soon as they start to inject her I'm going to throw myself in front of the needle and hopefully get stabbed myself. Then I'll be safe. They'll still vaccinate her since she's part of the risk group, right?
Unfortunately, I haven't figured out a way for Chris to get the vaccine. Sorry, honey. I'll get you a nice hotel room if you come down with the plague.