We went for a wedding of a couple of friends at the house of another friend from back-when, had a good evening, thank you, GPS! and went with 3 friends to the Seattle Aquarium the next day—I was really flagging at the end of that outing. And at the end of one more day, I’d begun to come down either with Jane’s brother’s cold (we were staying at his house) or feeling the effects of the flu shot: there is one variety of flu shot that gave both Jane and me laryngitis at a con—went totally voiceless and had to whisper into a mike. Plus the week after at Jane’s OTHER brother’s house I caught my blouse sleeve on fire from a candle, and got burned rather badly—couldn’t make a sound to tell other people in the house I was afire, and it was a white carpet, so dropping and rolling seemed rather problematic. I managed to get it out.

Well, remember I let them give me a double dose of flu vaccine, which, along with the pneumonia vaccine, is the CDC’s recommendation for seniors. Hmf! I suggest the director for the CDC take same before he recommends that for people. I’m wondering if what they gave me a double dose of is close kin to the strain that gave us laryngitis a decade or so ago.

Anyway, I’m feeling really crappy, and dosing myself with Theraflu at night and Dayquil by day; and trying to keep moving, but I’m tired of this set of reactions to shots, I’ll tell you. I sound like a bullfrog and my sinuses are in an uproar, plus I have a cough, but I’m using antihistamine to keep the post nasal drip from causing a sore throat that can then get a secondary infection, or getting to my lungs: so far so good. Glug.