...so after having to cancel my jabs last week thanks to my work "brother in arms" being off sick mit die grippe, this afternoon was the revised occasion for me to enjoy deactivated Hep A and Typhoid cells being stabbed into my arms (in solution) for the good of the trip to El Mehico...
I knew the routine from being a kid, keep the muscles relaxed so the needle goes in easily, and in fact, I didn't even feel them pierce the skin, walked out all proud of myself, and started the trek (down through the Royal Earlswood Estate, golf course and hospital) feeling quite content...then had a rather wobbly few minutes (only five or so) coping with some rather interestingly heightened visual and auditory signals (or perhaps my alert systems were malfunctioning), some of which may have been slightly hallucinatory (I was suddenly starkly aware of a huge number of small animals that may not have actually been present) - staggered back to base and then over the course of the next few hours (trying to sit on my backside as much as possible, lower lip quivering), my upper arms (the ever-so-kind nurse having delivered one dose to each side of my torso) started to both sting and flag, by 2100hrs I could barely lift my right arm above my head, despite it being the recipient of the smaller of the two injections, and by 2250hrs even that was out of the question...and now it has spread to my shoulders...
Sulk... :(
Tenebra
2 days ago
6 comments:
LOL
Made it through the tube without getting bashed, thank goodness, sat here now it just feels like I've been given two *proper* dead arm treatments (which I guess I have)! ;)
hehe aww 'tis the price you pay ;)
lol, that's what I had after my Mexico jabs! At least you didn't pass out though! :P
Caramba, you copped the right (and left) needle there mate. Still, when your lifting a jar in Mexico it will just be a memory.
...and so it was... ;)
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