Needle and no damage done
I’ve got my health insurance for the coming winter. Today is vaccination time, against the nasty flu bug, and if the past three years are any sort of model, I should expect to be healthy all winter long.
Seriously, though, I am a convinced consumer of th vaccine industry. Back when I was young, I received my dose of Salk; no polio in this body. My dogs have all received an anti-rabies shot; no foaming at the mouth in this house, at least among the four-pawed members. And my flu shot. Marvelous what a simple pinprick can do.
I don’t wish to be accused of “presenteeism”. If I’m sick, I have no problem with a day of Oprah and the gang bearing witness to my suffering. However, last year, when my sick days were offered up to the great god of surgical recovery, I was very pleased that the flu bug was kept at bay.
Even better, my collective agreement turns unused sick days into vacation for next year. No need to explain, just head for the beach. That’s in the future, to be sure. Nothing is risk free; just ask those who invested in income trusts. I still look forward to those days of summer, though.
All in all, the process was easy. I arrived at an empty medical clinic around supper time, waited for an ethereal voice to call me forward, and inside of a minute the nurse had sterilized, punctured and bid me to purgatory, where I could await any adverse reaction for ten minutes. Beats eternity! cll them next August for a repeat visit.
