Given the news that this year’s flu shot has been less than effective, you might think I wrote this post title with a heavy dose of sarcasm. That could not be farther from the truth.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. Until this year, I never bothered to get a flu shot. I’m not against them or anything. I guess I just never got around to it. And I get lots of colds but hadn’t had the flu in forever. But this year, I happened to remember to ask about a flu shot at my September endo appointment. Honestly, both my doctor and the nurse were shocked that I never had a flu shot. “Never?” “Never.” “Never ever??” “Yes.” And with that, my first flu shot was administered. I felt cruddy the rest of the day. My arm ached for longer than I expected. And then reports came in that this year’s round of flu shots wouldn’t protect against newly mutated strains of the flu. I rolled my eyes at the irony of my situation and put it out of my mind.
Until, however, Pete came home sick from work. The next day I was also sick, and we thought we had really bad colds. But for every symptom I had, Pete had a more severe version. And many of his symptoms never hit me at all. Four days later I was much better, while he still had fevers over 100 degrees and aches and pink eye (which I thankfully escaped) and was sleeping almost 20 hours a day. It took a trip to the doctor and a round of antibiotics and eye drops to get him back to 100%. In fact, although he’s no longer contagious and has gone back to work, I think he’s still not quite 100%. (Just ask the snoring that keeps me up at night . . . . )
So it looks like I picked the right year to start getting a flu shot after all. Because it’s the year that we actually came down with the flu. And even though diabetes usually makes sickness worse for me, in this case my flu shot gave me the upper hand. (Although as a side note, diabetes did throw a sticky low at me as we left for Pete’s doctor’s appointment. He didn’t feel up to driving, but ended up driving both ways because it took treating three times to get me back into range. So much for having the upper hand . . . . )