If I’d known how I’d feel after having the first of two shingle vaccines on Friday, I don’t know that I’d have had it done. All weekend I’ve felt like crap. Haven’t felt this bad in years.
My doctor had been telling me to get this vaccine. Remember how I get shingle sores in my mouth after going to the dentist? Well, that means I haven’t been to the dentist in probably four years and I’m getting to the point where it’s hard to eat because I should have had work done long ago.
Another reason I don’t want to visit the dentist is that I don’t have dental insurance. Having most anything done is very expensive.
And right now I’m focusing on spending my money on Charlie’s health and comfort.
I knew that the old shingles vaccine was only about 51% effective. And I wasn’t on board for that. But my internist told me that the new one, the one they’re currently using, is over 90% effective.
However, the side effects are much worse, I’m just now getting around to reading.
Then yesterday, to add insult to injury, I fell just after supper over the plate of Charlie’s canned food on the floor and actually fell butt first into it. Oh, how fun that was! I already had a bruised tail bone from falling weeks ago while taking a shower.
I fell right on my left hand, which wasn’t doing so well to start with because I haven’t gone to physical therapy in weeks. I don’t really see the point, because after I have PT I come home and lift Charlie around and I’m right back where I started.
I know, this is a “woe is me” bit of hog wash. I have been injured a lot in my life. But I’ve seldom been actually sick. I don’t know which is worse.
Okay, enough with the pity party. I just hope feeling like my body has been through a 30 minute dryer cycle goes away soon.
I did get outside and scoot my settee out of harm’s way so the tree limbs will not break right over it. It may be some time before anyone gets over here to take down those limbs.
I waited for a toilet seat because mine was broken for two months. That’s how behind they are around here.
Want to see Ivy’s “baby?”
She’s been playing with it all morning. Ugly little sucker, isn’t it? But she loves it.
Hard not to laugh when you come across it on the floor or see her walking around with it in her mouth looking so proud of herself.
Now she’s playing with one of her little plastic swirly toys. And around my red beverage stand with plants in it I see there are about three or four lipstick plant leaves on the floor.
Ivy likes to reach up when I’m not looking and pluck one off. She can only do this because the plant’s leaves hang over. But I’m not worried about it because it isn’t toxic.
She has no interest in putting the leaf in her mouth, I’ve noticed. She just wants to pull it off and then she’s done with it.
Charlie is slowing down on his eating. We are getting through this one day at a time. It saddens me so to see the effects of aging and the pain he has. I do all I can to help the poor little guy.
You just do what you have to do. Taking care of him is my priority.
I’m a lucky person that I so rarely get sick. I’m very grateful for that. But this is the pits. And I have to go get another shingles vaccination in two months.
Something to look forward to. NOT!
I hope you’re having a nice holiday weekend. I’m going to do little but sit in my recliner with Charlie and watch Ivy bounce around the living room playing with this and that.
Oh, I forgot to tell you I started a new Netflix series last night. It is called “Paranoid.”
PLOT: Paranoid is a British crime drama which began broadcasting on ITV on 22 September 2016, and streaming internationally on Netflix in 2016.
The eight-part series focuses on a group of UK detectives working for the fictional Woodmere police force who are attempting to solve the murder of a physician who is stabbed at a children’s playground.