Tuesday, October 27, 2009

H1N1 VACCINE = FUN

I just had a challenging experience at the local County Health Services so I'm posting one more Dog Halloween picture. Trying to find my happy place.



Our pediatrician told us last week that the county is offering free H1N1 flu shots to high risk groups, including anyone under 25. She advised us to go right away because of Violet's asthma. Apparently, her office is only getting a small number of the shots at a time. She said the perception of the big corporations pushing vaccines on the public is wrong as there are only a few profit-challenged companies left, and they can't seem to keep up with demand. The phrase she used was "fragile infrastructure."



So I was very motivated to get this errand done today in an overscheduled Halloween week. Violet and I grabbed Daisy from school and when we got to the county building, we went downstairs to get a number and wait. I didn't realize it was going to be a two and a half hour wait. There were dozens of kids but mine were the loudest, naughtiest and most entertaining/annoying, depending on your point of view. It's one way to meet people. Daisy counseled me toward the end of our wait, "Do you have new friends? Do you know their names? How will you find them again? Will you be friends with the girls? I suppose a boy would be OK . . ." She enunciated her words very slowly and loudly. I pleaded with her in a low tone to stop talking.



Of course, nothing can stop her endless stream-of-consciousness conversation, so I sat her down next to a nice-looking dad who was with his baby daughter and walked Violet down the hallway away from them. I could see but not hear Daisy for just a few minutes. I knew the dad would be polite, which was evident by his continuous nod.



Cut me some slack because for the two hours before that, I sounded something like this . . . STOP RUNNING! WATCH OUT FOR THE BABY! GET OFF THE FLOOR! STOP LICKING THINGS! WE'RE NOT GETTING SODA! STOP HITTING YOUR SISTER! WATCH OUT! YOU'RE NOT GETTING A TREAT! GET OUT OF THE WAY! SIT DOWN! THAT'S IT - WE'RE GETTING CANDY! DON'T TAKE YOUR SISTER'S CANDY! STOP HITTING! STOP YELLING! WALK! . . . DON'T RUN! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE! YOU HAVE TO GET THE SHOT! STOP FIGHTING! SIT DOWN! DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! DON'T TOUCH EACH OTHER! Watch me work . . . it's parenting magic.



The wait finally ended and I took the girls upstairs to one of the little rooms with a nurse standing by. Daisy was petrified, which made her little sister brave. Violet volunteered to go first, and the nurse explained how I should restrain her. I was so focused on keeping Violet still and looking away from the shot that I forgot about getting Daisy to look away. She let out a tremendous wail when she saw the needle go into her little sister's arm then went crazy. I had to grab her before she got out of the room and hold her down as she kicked and punched everything in sight while screaming at the top of her lungs. When I had her pinned down, she trembled in terror. Clinching her muscles made it hurt more when the shot went in, and she screamed like she had just taken a bullet.



We're supposed to go back and do it all again in a month.



picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/44603071@N00/4039247773/

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