A week ago, after I spent some one on one time with Tunturi (see previous post) I noticed that two of my fingers felt like they were sleeping. They had that strange tingling, prickly feeling, which also went down into my palm. I thought it was odd, but assumed it would go away within a few hours. Well it didn't, and after two days my hand still felt half frozen, and I also noticed a pain in my wrist...the same wrist I broke 6 years ago. I thought it would be a good idea to get it checked out and so I called my doctor (I can do that now that I have one), and got in the same day (it's great having a doctor). Normally I would tough it out (I'm so strong), but since we have to face this gigantic mountain next month, I thought it would be wise to go.
The first thing the doctor tells me is that I still need to get my polio shot. That's funny, because when I called in December they said I got it last year along with my tetanus shot. She informed me that I was given the wrong information, and still need to get it. Great! I thought I was done being pricked and poked. Then I think, if I didn't go to the office to check out my hand, would they have called me to say "Don't go to Africa, you'll get polio!"....or would I have just gone thinking I was safe from all disease? Makes me wonder. So I headed back to the travel clinic once more. The doctor maybe said two words and stabbed the needle into my arm without warning. I mean, no counting to three, holding my hand, or singing softly to distract me, he just stabbed me! OUCH! Such an awful feeling.
Oh and my hand was x-rayed on Saturday, so we'll have to wait and see if there is anything wrong with it.
Oh poor Monica!
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