No Rest for the Weary
I have been trying to get the flu shot for the last few weeks. As you know from watching the news, the flu shot is in short supply. After my third attempt, the nurse practitioner promised to call me as soon as a new shipment arrived. I thought with all the overly anxious people walking in to get the shot, the last thing she would want to do is call one of us.
Well, much to my surprise, she called me late Monday night and said she had just received a shipment of the flu vaccine. I told her that I would be the first person in line the next morning--and on Tuesday, I was. I was so excited to finally get this ordeal behind me.
On Thursday morning, I started to get sick. I came down with sneezing, coughing and a bad nasal congestion. This can't be happening! I just got the flu shot 2 days ago. I have tons of work to complete. By 10 a.m., I could no longer concentrate on anything, so I thought I will just lie down for an hour. That hour turned into a couple of hours.
Because I had classes to teach that night, I did not want to take anything that would make me drowsy. I took some non-drowsy medication and went back to bed. I asked my 12 year old to wake me up for my first class at 8 p.m. I don't know how I made it through the class without my students thinking I had been up the night before tying one on. All I needed to do now was stay awake for my next class at 10 p.m. Somehow I managed to stay coherent during the hour.
It is now Sunday evening, and I am trying to catch up on the work I could not do over the last few days. I truly understand that old saying, "No rest for the weary."