That Flu shot or the Pneumonia shot or a combination of both of them sure took the stuffins right out of me. Far Guy and I had the shots on Tuesday afternoon about 2 PM. By 2 AM I felt like my bad arm was broken and from there the pain spread ( I got the shots in the butt) I refuse to sacrifice an arm. By 4 AM I was really hurting. I gave in about 11 AM and went to the couch to try to get warm…I had the chills and ached all over…even my teeth hurt…there wasn’t much that did not hurt. Far Guy kept bringing me warm corn bags and piled blanket after blanket on me. I had a fever. Far Guy hovered. At one point he told me that I was part of the 1 or 2 % that had a reaction after shots. He took my temperature. He sighed, he paced, he hovered. He asked me if I wanted to go to the Dr…no I just wanted him to call the Crematory Wagon or build a funeral pyre outside so I would finally get warm…he did offer to set the couch on fire. Death would have been a relief. My fever broke many times but came right back…finally about the 30 hour mark I felt like I might live. My temp rose yet again and I fell into an exhausted sleep and woke up totally drenched with my hair looking like it had been washed.
Jen was here overnight and helped her Dad warm corn bags and talked to me. As usual Chance was a good companion.
Far Guy had no reaction to his shots…his arm was a little sore. Jen had her Flu shot on Monday with no ill effects. I have swelling the size of a couple of softballs on my butt…that are radiating warmth and are quite sore.
Live and learn…guess I will be one of those elderly people that die from the flu as I will never get another flu shot ever.
My wrist/hand/arm is taking its sweet time getting all better. I am supposed to keep ice on it at night to keep the swelling down so it can heal. I can tell when it swells as my fingers go numb and then they are worthless.