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Went in today to get my next round of shots. I went in the morning since there was a meeting in the afternoon that seemed like it could generate some work and run late - sure enough, it did. And because I'd got the shots in the morning, it was not a problem at all.
The shots, on the other hand...sigh. Not near as bad as last time; they're all down now. The one that reacted very badly last time was stepped down a small bit this time, and reacted but only normally. The one that hardly reacted at all last time reacted, again normally, though. And the other one, the one that was in the middle and was a repeat dosage this time - reacted. Questionable. It went up to a nickel-sized lump at its worst, and a quarter-sized puff. Which makes it better than last time. But I'm not sure if it's enough better to avoid another repeat. On the other hand, if every time we repeat it it reacts less, eventually I'll get to go up one step and try that dosage again.
My arms itch.
Between the longish work day, the fact that my sinuses decided to log their objections to my general existence and cheer, and the shots, I didn't get near as much done tonight as I'd planned. Like, almost none of it. (I did take the bills with me to the shot clinic so I only have to stamp and mail them, though.) Such is life, and hopefully I will stay more organized and focussed tomorrow.
At this rate, I fear this journal begins to develop potential as a cure for insomnia, if one has it. I don't, probably because I actually pay attention when writing things like this.
The shots, on the other hand...sigh. Not near as bad as last time; they're all down now. The one that reacted very badly last time was stepped down a small bit this time, and reacted but only normally. The one that hardly reacted at all last time reacted, again normally, though. And the other one, the one that was in the middle and was a repeat dosage this time - reacted. Questionable. It went up to a nickel-sized lump at its worst, and a quarter-sized puff. Which makes it better than last time. But I'm not sure if it's enough better to avoid another repeat. On the other hand, if every time we repeat it it reacts less, eventually I'll get to go up one step and try that dosage again.
My arms itch.
Between the longish work day, the fact that my sinuses decided to log their objections to my general existence and cheer, and the shots, I didn't get near as much done tonight as I'd planned. Like, almost none of it. (I did take the bills with me to the shot clinic so I only have to stamp and mail them, though.) Such is life, and hopefully I will stay more organized and focussed tomorrow.
At this rate, I fear this journal begins to develop potential as a cure for insomnia, if one has it. I don't, probably because I actually pay attention when writing things like this.