After a certain age, it’s patch, patch, patch and I have been doing my share of patching of late.
Got my second shingles (Shingrex) vaccine.
Happy to report, this time I got to skip the myriad of side effects I had with the first shot (when I had ALL the side effects – including a huge purple bruise at the injection site that lasted for a month). So I am now shingles-proof. (By the way, I have never had shingles, but I have had recurring episodes of Bell’s Palsy which has been associated with the herpes (not THAT herpes) virus that causes shingles.)
Yesterday, I got my second COVID booster shot.
Apparently, after you are on your 4th shot with no reaction to the first 3 – they don’t make you wait around anymore. You become responsible for your own post-vax life.
Early this morning, I peed into a cup and had 4 tubes of blood drawn at my doctor’s request.
Actually, I have long since given up trying to pee in a cup. My aim is worse than my memory and my memory is … what were we talking about? Yeah. Did you know, you can ask for, what is euphemistically referred to as a “top hat”? It is a sufficiently-sized plastic bucket with a rim that you put under the toilet seat and it gathers your pee which you can then pour into the little bitty cup. Kaiser gets a little bottle of warm pee and I get to keep my hands dry. Win-win.
And after that, I had to get a COVID test.
No, I’m not sick. No I haven’t been exposed. This weekend, I am singing (for the last time in the Bay Area) in a fundraising concert for South Bay Musical Theater and they require all cast members to get a COVID test the week before the concert. And no, you can’t just do the out-of-a-box test, you have to go get the “real” test.
And I thought I’d be clever by doing my lab visit first (the appointment was at 8:20 – but they took me early – and I wanted to get there early because otherwise parking is a total bitch) and then would try to slip in for my 9:30 COVID test appointment early.
HA. Best laid plans. Turns out the COVID testing doesn’t open up until 9:30. Needless to say, I got some reading done and I was first in line for testing. Also, I don’t know if it’s de rigueur but they don’t seem to be trying to swipe at your brains with the giant Q-tip anymore. Just a couple, mildly invasive, swishes around the nose and you’re done!
And not to think that I’m done – Wednesday, I have an appointment at the spine clinic for my boo-boo back and my on-line group for releasing anger; and Thursday, I go for teeth cleaning.
Ain’t getting old grand? And yes, I know, it beats the alternative – but sometimes I wonder by how much?