at the very great, and real, risk of this being a kind of diary (or even dairy) style parody of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde, this is being composed some (Nigel Tufnell) 11 hours after the matter, and is being published about ten days north of it all. i speak, or write, look you see, of my adventures in plague vaccination. for anyone wishing to, for some reason, read of my first such odyssey, here you go, here is a link to it.
in the rather more likely circumstances that you simply cannot be bothered to look at the previous, yet for some reason insist on reading here, that first one went fairly well. the injection went just fine, with me conversing with a nurse about my designated vaccination. in short, i said i was delighted to be having the one that the French were oh, so scare of, and she responded by saying that the French were a bunch of ungrateful swines about it all. viva Macron, etc.
how, or what, did i feel prior to this second go? nervous, nerves and fear. whilst i am not sure i have all that particularly much left to live for, and a majority would probably suggest the world would be just fine without me, i have no realistic wish to cease to be, and need suffer no more than i do by just being moi. i was one of the ones that had scant, or little, in the way of side affects (effects) off of the first, with it just being the arm that got twatted one with it being rather tender for a few days. some who i know that had experienced the second, though, found that it absolutely f****d them, and they cautioned me that it would f*** me, too. or words to that effect, actually possibly more vulgar, too.
the picture above is perhaps not one that one (that is, you) would freely associate with the tale of vaccination, but bear with me. or don't, feel free to read something else. so, nerves did have the better of me, and i found that i was popping out side to spectacularly fail in quitting or cutting down considerably in respect of anything cigarette related (sorry). on one such instance of this, i felt a tap upon my shoulder, and then i did not. i looked behind, and all around, and then spotted the culprit of such contact, hence the picture above.
unless i am quite mistaken, this is one of the now more grown baby birds off of the nest what was made within my (if one can have such) preferred ashtray of choice. a reassuring sign, this, for if they are now leaving the nest then it can revert to the original purpose, thanks. anyway, at first i thought this was all rather lovely, especially the way in which he, or she, looked at me as if to say "ok, what now, dude". but then, in my state of fear, remembered that the Romans (and whatever they have done for us) had some phobia about contact with birds at certain times. i think it was that if a specific type of bird flew into a house then it was that someone was to die, yet i assumed it to be an omen, informing me that i was to follow the river of death down the stream. quite apt, since this second one was at the Riverside.
yet no, for death did not befall me as such as of yet as a consequence of this vaccination of a second instance. if it is to be a "vaxecution", a form of state sponsored assassination previously discussed, then this must be a fairly slow acting one. rather a remarkable bit of chemical warfare, if so. some side effects, or affects if that is correct, but of marginal, variation interpretation.
sure, an obligatory selfie, post-vaccination, or post-execution, should i in fact be deceased as a consequence of it. indeed the nurse did ask if i wanted the sticker to say that i had been vaccinated and i said yes, thank you. free vaccination against the plague and a free sticker too, if one excludes the costs out of my taxes and being an unpaid guinea pig for a thing what in theory should work just fine. this is me in the obligatory, purgatory "just in case" detention. on the first instance i had to do fifteen minutes of detention as i was driving, but as in this case i took a train and also walked it was a five minute slap on the wrist form of it.
for formality, or declaration, the nurse went through all with me. apparently the "clot" risk has thus far only been recorded after the first vaccination, not the second. i thanked her for the reassurance, but did point out (once again) that, as a smoker, it was rather late in life for me to be getting all big fanny about introducing things to my body what might cause a clot, blood or otherwise. in furtherance of advice, the nurse said that a whole wide range of side effects/affects had been reported, and that the best thing i could do, in truth, was take it easy. which, of course, i took as meaning to go and walk for several miles, purchasing variations of trousers, some socks, unexpected aftershave and private garments (by which i mean some boxer shorts).
rather unexpectedly it was so that the nurse, or other such medical practitioner (who(m) i shall take as a given was licenced or whatever to do so) who injected me seemed particularly impressed, indeed pleased, that i was not a "bleeder" post-injection. no, i have absolutely no idea if that is a common thing, or something that i should have done. add all of your own "if it bleeds we can kill it" comments, lines, get to the chopper, etc.
just what side affects/effects have i (thus far) experienced? well, within an hour i got kind of nervy, in truth, as my whole left side felt wobbly, then, frozen, then stiff. but, as outlined earlier (above), i simply put my big girl pants on and walked it off. i have felt a bit breezy, whimsical and lucid for much of the time since the injection. a bit drowsy, really. not that exhausted tired, but that kind of drowsy, tired, like what Snake Plissken was (a bit) at the end of The Thing, maybe. which might be construed as an entirely unintended metaphor (or whatever), now that i think, but here we are.
my understanding is that my tour of duty in the invisible war against the new plague is now done. they, the powers that be, or whoever, decreed two (2) vaccination injections are required, and that is what i have now done. do i have my doubts, or concerns, about all this vaccination ambition? quite probably. but, all i know is that they say this is the best ticket out of this right f*****g mess we are in, and is likely to be the only way to give the world back to the generations to come. if the absolute worst of this injection business is that it takes me out, then maybe this is not so bad. should these vaccinations prove futile in the war, then we can at least all stop f*****g around, get on with life and let what happens then happen. but also plus points if this works like they reckon.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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