Flashes of Panic

We ended up resolving the immunization problem with the Alexander method: as Chris suggested, they gave me the shot. They were quite apologetic about it, and wanted me to try checking with Health Services at my undergraduate college (as wolfangel suggested,) but somehow I didn’t see another few turns around the Gordian knot of my documented medical history helping the situation. So they jabbed me and told me to come back in a month for another one. Just now, I checked the shoulder and realized I’ve had a band-aid on ever since, without noticing it.

The tech who gave me the shot observed that this generation is the most immunized in history, and I believe it. I’ve had to have a few shots that didn’t exist when I last needed shots. She also asked if I was allergic to eggs. “Wow,” I said, “That would really put a dent in my diet.” Then, for a moment, all I could think about was that she hadn’t specified what kind of eggs. I mean, for the price per ounce, they could be making this stuff from caviar, wouldn’t you think?

[Now Playing, by the way, will be back when I manage to unpack something like an office and actually have music playing when I post.]