It’s been a long while since I’ve written anything. I’ve had little inspiration really. I took on some new jobs and I had barely enough time to schedule bathroom breaks, let alone, “me” time at my computer to type out my musings. Maybe, I just haven’t had enough time to think about what inspires me. Well, something finally has.
My employer is mandating me to get an annual flu shot ( which I have gotten once in my life that I can remember ). Or I can wear a mask. Or I can quit my job.
I have spent the better part of 5 years and many thousands of dollars trying to calm my immune system, as I have already mused about, which will always continues to be a fine balance of lifestyle management choices. When it does want to go manic on me, it chooses my nervous system to wreak havoc on. EVERY TIME. With a smattering of other systems it likes tinker with. Recurrent cold sores, mood disorders, sleep disorders, restless leg syndrome and others too strange to mention. Throw in some chronic mid-back pain, random infections and skin conditions that few dermatologists could diagnose and a nasty response to a broad spectrum antibiotic and to prednisone, and I’m deathly afraid of getting sick, especially if my immune system has decided to take a pit stop and pharmaceuticals aren’t the panacea they used to be for me.
Right now, with my stress level ( 3 employers and 2 home businesses), 2 children in different competitive sports, a coach husband (whose team is struggling at the moment) and a new second home to furnish, manage and fund, I have had little “me” time. I haven’t cooked a good meal in months, have worked out as many times as I can count on one hand in the past 3 months, spend more hours sitting at work than I ever have, and have noticed the nighttime visitor named, “insomnia” lurking around my bedroom. This, I know, is a recipe for an immne system vacation. Not a good time to add insult to injury.
In my defense, I knew my job transition would be intense (with great reward at the end) so I chose this part of my insanity, knowing full well, it would calm down soon enough. And I knew that I’d never fully abandon the lifestyle changes I have made for the betterment of my health (and my family’s health), that things would get back on track eventually, and they are finally. But my body and brain are showing signs of breakdown, as it usually does when the insult is over. Aside from all medical and constitutional reasons why the idea of a mandated vaccine makes me want to throw things, this is simply a bad time to try and “trick” my immune system into not getting the flu 59% of the time, and here is why.
This is a very short time period, showing legal settlements won in cases where injury occurred due to (among other vaccines), the flu shot. I believe, I may be wrong, this is only one law firm’s reports. I realize the law is less than perfect, but wow.
I never win anything. My friend Emily, wins everything. But undoubtedly I will win Guillain Barre Syndrome if I get this flu vaccine right now. If you don’t know what that is, GBS is like the “nice cousin” of Multiple Sclerosis. The CDC recognizes this disease as a side effect of the flu vaccine, albeit a rare one. I would be one of the ten in 1 million cases. Thanks, but no. I like getting around the world on my god-given legs, even if they are slow.
Tranverse Myelitis? I’ll pass. In fact any phrases with “neuritis” or “demyelinating” in them are enough to start seizing shivers. I just can’t. My body is like a magnet to these types of conditions, especially given my current stress level.
If I don’t contract some variety of nervous system condition, the consolation prize could be Frozen Shoulder Syndrome. I have been known to get the most bizarre syndromes including intense all-over body itching with no apparent cause or cure. Frozen Shoulder would definitely be next on my karmic list. I have lived the pain and agony vicariously through my patients, who I have treated with frozen shoulder, multiple times. Yet another condition I’d like to avoid for obvious reason. This syndrome would render me unable to work anyway. Choices…choices.
Well, for now, my clear choice is a mask while at work. Given my predilection towards claustrophobia and mumbling, I fear that it won’t be a good long-term option.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my quest for better health, mental and physical, it’s that everything happens for a reason. Sometimes when you continue to find resistance, you need to stop pushing and turn towards the discomfort and look at it for what it really is. Actually, my younger cousin Jamie is smarter than me and said that yesterday on Facebook and I stole it, but still, it’s so true. Am I being stubborn in refusing this this vaccine? Nope. For me, I know it’s the wrong choice without a doubt. The answer always makes itself clear if you listen. Or if you ask, Dottie, my deceased grandmother who speaks pretty much nothing but frank wisdom even in her legacy.
Thanks to Jennifer, for providing me with their perfect title. Timing is everythingShare This: