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16 Apr / Flu jabs

In pursuit of living forever I had a flu jab today. I’d booked in a few weeks ago and filled out the compulsory form at the same time as otherwise I’d forget. I was just making the guess that if I end up using the form I’ve not come down with a fever in the last 24 hours.

The appointments this year were unusually precise. The first time I signed up for a jab in my office – far longer ago than I wish to recall – the schedule was sometime between 9.30am and 10.30am. Maybe.

This year I signed up for my injection between the minutes of 8.34am and 8.36am. I didn’t recognise the room at first because there wasn’t a line of people outside sitting and waiting. Just a row of empty chairs.

Unlike last year – when apparently even random flu injectors were trying to force me onto a diet – there were lollipops. The nurse apologised for her cold hands. Apologised.

I felt guilty when I ignored her advice to wait twenty minutes to see if the injection would kill me or not before returning to my cubicle.

I made the excuse that there were first aiders on our floor, knowing full well that if there was anything seriously wrong with me I wouldn’t be saved by a lot of hand-wringing and saying ‘I don’t know what to do.’

I survived, however.

In fact, I’d completely forgotten about the jab altogether until I lightly brushed my arm in the exact injection spot when removing my uniform this evening.

I have not forgotten since.

Still, whatever doesn’t kill you should make you immune to swine flu. This year anyhow.

By Katherine Hayton in Katherine Hayton's Blog

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