Today was the big day for my appointment with the travel doctor. The result?
Two shots, one in each arm - Hepatitis A and a Polio booster. I would like to take this moment to thank my parents for forcing me to get all those seemingly extraneous shots as a teenager. You guys totally saved me a couple more $15 co-pays, because now I won't need to go back for an MMR booster, tetanus shot, or a whole series of Hepatitis B jabs. I know I bitched and moaned about my dread of needles back then, but now you can say "I told you so." However, you should also know that I still really hate that you made me take piano lessons and do not have any regrets about quitting.
Prescriptions for:
Oral typhoid vaccine (check!)
Cipro (not really sure about this, but if you say so, Dr. OCD)
Malarone (antimalarial; about which I feel even more conflicted than the Cipro, about which more later).
Shockingly, all of the vaccines are covered by my Health Insurance, which is getting capitalized because Health Insurance is Just That Important, OK. I'm filing it under the grammar rule that says that you have to capitalize God.
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