I got my swine flu shot today. Ok, whatever, H1N1 vaccine. I prefer to call a spade, a spade and this is the swine flu. Anyway, I got it. The shot itself hurt and stung but I'm told to expect less side effects than I had with the seasonal flu vaccine which included a very sore arm and a few hours of feeling overall malaise and craptasticness.
I actually went to the doctor for the sinus infection that I wrote about all half=assed like yesterday. Apparently the current research shows that the sinuses are hard to penetrate with antibiotics and most clear up in about ten days anyway so they don't like to prescribe antibiotics until after about a week and a half of misery. I am totally cool with that seeing as I loathe diarrhea and all the other lovely side effects of the antibiotics. I did come away with a nose spray that may or may not help me take actual breaths of air through my nostrils and one lovely side-effect-free vaccine.
On a positive note, I am protected. I won't get sick if Marc gets sick, or Noah, GAH, perish THAT thought right now. We're still waiting for Noah's pediatrician to receive his supply of vaccine.
My current personal health status: One sinus infection, Vaccinated against seasonal AND swine (h1n1) flu, and I appear to have recently smuggled a watermelon because at 25 weeks pregnant I am looking round and firm in the belly, very Jolly-Old-St.Nick like, except instead of a long white beard I have a face full of shetus-hormone-laced zits.
The one benefit, sort of, to this horrific sinus infection is that I honestly cannot smell a damn thing. Now, I've been sick before with colds and sinus problems and all and I've said that, but it was really more of a smell-hiatus, where I could sort of smell but the sense was very much dulled. Not this time. Here's how I know: besides trying to buy a new bottle of body wash at Target and wondering why nothing smelled at all, last night in bed, Marc turns to me and sheepishly says, "You can't smell anything can you, 'cause I just farted and it's bad." I had no idea, I sat there pleasantly rubbing my orb of a belly and watching the news, not at all disturbed. I suppose there always IS a silver lining.
And now, I'm going to nap because in a very short 15 weeks I won't be doing much of that at all. Gotta get ahead while I can.