Saturday, September 24, 2011
Barb Wire, Me And Tetanus Vaccine
by Callie on Saturday, September 24, 2011
Lovely yellow blossoms are what I wanted to see this Spring and Summer... except we didn't really have those seasons, so late September is better than never to see the blooms.
Thank you for the pumpkins and seeds, Mary G.!
It is supposed to rain tomorrow a little bit and then warm up again for a while. Hope we have enough warm weather left to have these little darlings turn into tiny pumpkins. Maybe?
I've been doing uninteresting stuff one of which was fixing and getting the barb wire fence ready for winter. I was trying to stake a shaky post and the post got away from me and hit me in the head.
Unfortunately, the part of the post that hit me had barb wire wrapped around it and the rusty sharp prongs got me.
The vaccine got me too. I had a reaction to the shot and was not feeling good at all for almost a week. But, that is way better than getting tetanus. It had been over 10 years since my last vaccination for tetanus so I was overdue for a shot.
The nurse started laughing when he saw my blood pressure record card... the last entry was in 2005... the only entry!
"Don't you go to the Dr. every year and have physicals?"
"Because I don't."
I hate going to the Dr. so that automatically does away with physicals, etc. But, since I'm 70 now I guess I should seriously consider getting a flu shot and maybe a shingle vaccination? I guess I will have to call the Dr. and make an appointment to discuss the shots.
Stuff happens to me, but I just kind of ignore it and that works for me. I remember my women friends moaning about and having menopause problems and then running to the Dr. for hormone treatments.
I don't know... maybe it was putting up with horrid migraine pain and the equally horrid monthly periods that made menopause seem like not much and even rather welcome.
When I was young I remember my mother's people talking about, "I'm goin to keep goin 'til I fall apart like the one horse shay! Sounds good to me!
They really did have an old shay and farm wagons parked out in a back field. Poor things really were falling apart. I only saw them hooked up and pulled by horse teams during the local parade.
My mother was raised by her grandmother who was born in 1866 not long after the Civil War ended, so I am a few generations behind when it comes to a lot of things. I like the viewpoint from back here!