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I got cocky

Yesterday I was feeling much better and I had my prescheduled plague booster so I decided to go. I rolled up to the Walgreens anxious to see what this lower tier of the healthcare system would deliver in the way of a shot giving professional. The dude was very nice and I completely believed that he was a doctor in his country. I even resisted the urge to ask probing questions because there was a problem with my government tracking. I did have the card that I was capable of forging in the 6th grade so all was well and it was go time.

I was also getting my flu shot. I think its superstitious at this point but as long as Ive been getting them I haven’t come down with the flu. Even the Vid is afraid of my enhanced cooties. I have a couple friends that got the shots in the same arm and complained about big pain the next day. I was going to outsmart the system and go one in each arm. That was until the dude called my manhood into question. He let me know that the last three women he gave shots to took them in the same arm. So I folded like a lawn chair and took the double tap.

I almost felt silly for worrying. Last night I knew which arm was violated but there wasn’t a bunch of pain. I went to bed and slept on the other side just to be safe and by the time I woke up someone had replaced my limb with wood. I have a log arm that just hangs off the left side of my body. I am an idiot.

If you had footage of me trying to type this out right now you might wonder if a big pile of other issues weren’t afoot. Log arm is just taking up space while righty tries to hunt and peck the shit out of this post. I wasn’t even going to write today but I am not doing a single other thing. I had to reattach my OTA antenna due to my hasty actions last weekend and had to rest. Then it was time to add the winter layer to my bed which resulted in a nap.

Speaking of the winter layer, I love sleeping in the cold. Always have. When I was a kid in Colorado for some reason we would have sleepovers in the winter and open the windows up in my room after gathering every spare blanket we could find. Then in college I was in a fraternity that had something I’m sure is illegal now. they were called open air sleeping dorms. Literally 30 bunk beds in a room where the windows never close. Middle of winter was some of the best sleep in my life.

We called that the Rack Room and I have some stories bubbling up to the surface. I promise some of those in the future but right now I need to go prop up my arm as its beginning to throb. I really need to learn to stick with my plans…