the passionate ailurophile

Srsly.  There is no way in HELL that I will EVER get that H1N1 shot again.  It’s flippin’ killing me, I wonder if I’ll ever feel better again.

I thought I was over it, and we did go to that beer dinner on Sunday night.  Everything was fine, no problem.  I was a bit tired the next day, so I took it easy.  But on Tuesday, all of this shit flared up again.  If I wasn’t throwing up, I was having stomach pains, or endless headaches.  The headaches especially are driving me insane, because half the time, I can’t take anything for the pain, because I gack it right back up.

Also, I have gotten almost NO sleep over the past two weeks.  I can’t sleep at night because that’s when the cats want to play horsecats on the bed.  If I close them out of the bedroom, they’ll just scratch on the door, which also drives me nuts.  And I can’t sleep in the daytime because my landladies are incapable of speaking in “indoor voices”.  Also, it sounds like they are operating a bowling alley up there.  Asking them to be quiet will do no good, they think they ARE being quiet.  Plus, I’m not in the mood to stir up any shit with them right now.

This morning was the worst.  I finally got some sleep, just a few hours.  When I woke up, the headache came back, but my stomach still hurt so I was afraid to take anything for it.  So I just laid there and tried to relax it away on its own, sometimes that works.  And it way…until one of the landladies suddenly went out into the back hallway and yelled at one of her dogs.  You’d think that said dog was clear on the other side of town, because you probably could have heard it that far away.  Anyhoo, my headache came blazing back, 100 times worse than it was before.  Sheesh, we don’t make all sorts of racket, why can’t we get the same courtesy in return?

I finally got back to sleep around noon.  I woke up about an hour later, awoken by a horrible stench, which turned out to be me.  I had broken out into a horrible sweat, and this disgusting sickly sweet smell was oozing out my pores.  I had been running a fever, and it felt sort of like I was under a heated blanket, but I wasn’t, just the sheet…it was actually pretty warm out today.  Anyhoo, the smell was so bad that I had to throw up from just smelling it.  Oddly enough, Mike said he didn’t smell anything.  Weird.

I wanted to take a shower, but I had no more clean pajama pants (I was going through them more quickly than usual due to repeated incidences of the sickly sweet stench thing).  I sent Mike downstairs to the laundry room to see if I’d left any down there, fortunately, there were three pairs, which he brought up for me.  I finally took a shower and felt a lot better.

Screw this, I’m sick of being sick.  Here I thought I was doing the right thing in getting the stupid vaccine, and all it’s caused me was hell.  I wish I had listened to the people who said NOT to get it.  Then, maybe I’d not be dealing with this crap now.

The weather is warming up, I have a lot of stuph coming up, and I will be mighty pissed if I have to miss any of it due to this shit.  We’re supposed to go to Old Sturbridge Village next weekend for the Hearthside Bounty thing.  Even if I’m feeling like shit, we’re still going.  Maybe I might have to skip the dinner thing and stay in the room while Mike goes.  But the point is that I WANT to be in a hotel room, jut for one night, with no cats dancing all over the bed all night, no noisy neighbors, just one night of peace and quiet.  Is that too freakin’ much to ask for?

I’m not calling the doctor yet because I don’t want to risk being trapped in the hospital for Opening Weekend of the Fisher Cats, something I’ve been looking forward to for many months.  Even if I still have these symptoms, I’m going, the room faces the ballpark, I can stay in there, watch the game, listen on the radio; at least I won’t completely miss it.  After that, then I’ll consider calling the doctor.  But not before they have the chance to make me miss Opening Day.  I figure that if I am dying from ill effects of the Hamthrax vaccine, I am entitled to my dying wish, right?

Hopefully, this crap won’t hang on that long.  I’m actually feeling well enough now, that I might want Mike to get me out of here for a few hours tomorrow, the weather is going to be nice again.  Maybe this last sweating episode will be it.  It had better be, because this is getting VERY old!

I swear, if in the future, some government bureaucrats decide that it is necessary to make it mandatory for everyone to get the Hamthrax shot, or else be quarantined or jailed (they have that power here in Massachusetts, scary, huh?)…someone’s gonna find that needle and syringe shoved firmly up their ass.  Because they will NOT be using it on me.  Not ever again.