Sunday, March 7, 2010

Shot time

Earlier this week I got my vaccinations. You do this one year post-transplant. I did it after my first transplant in 2003, and this is the first time since then that I've made it to a year.

So hurray for vaccines, two in each arm! It didn't really hurt, but the two in my left arm went into the muscle, so it hurt more and was sore for a few days. It felt kind of upside-down; it seems like only yesterday that I took my babies to be vaccinated. The hand-outs I got this week were the same as they give at the pediatrician, explaining "what you need to know" about the shots.

I got the shots for:

– Haemophilus B, or Hib vaccine, to prevent Hib, a serious disease caused by bacteria and possibly leading to pneumonia, swelling of the throat, infections of the blood, joints, bones, covering of the heart and also even death;
– Diptheria, tetanus and pertussis (whopping cough);
– Pneumococcal disease, a bacterial infection that can cause blood infections, pneumonia, and bacterial meningitis, an infection of the covering of the brain; and
– Meningococcal disease, another bacterial illness that can cause bacterial meningitis and blood infections.

As for the rest of the visit, my counts were a little lower but OK for me. I got an appointment for two weeks, then headed back out into the world, a brave baby who had not shed a tear through all the shots and blood tests.

It's a little stretch to compare the shots to some other things, but it feels like there is a connection.

In jogging, I have to go back to "beginner's mind" (kind of like baby mind) to make progress. This means starting with run/walks, instead of struggling to reach advanced goals.

In yoga, I had to back up a little to see a way towards progress, sort of like going back to childhood to get my shots. The week before, yoga was terrible. It was too hard, and I fought it all the way. First of all, I looked at people doing what I could do effortlessly before my last hospitalization, and it made me angry. I kept toppling over, and Erin brought me a chair to lean on. That made it so much easier, because I didn't have to worry about falling.

This week I pulled the chair over and had it ready to use before that difficult balancing part came. So I didn't have to deal with anxiety. I did better the whole class and especially the part where I used the chair.

Erin came over after and said I did well. "See, you need to accept help," she said.

If I need to be more childlike, or, rather, feel more childlike to get the necessary help, whether it's shots or yoga or running or tennis, then I need to stop struggling and just do it.

5 comments:

donna said...

And you have so many friends ready and willing to be your chair to lean on when you need it! You're on the right track now!!! Luv you!

Meryl said...

What a great milestone! Let's hear it for the wonder of vaccinations!

Just FYI, in my yoga class many people go to the wall to help with their balance and these people are younger than you and haven't had leukemia! Hold back your judgements and be in the momemt (you already know this but I'm just reminding you.) Love, Meryl

Susan C said...

I am not very happy when I have to go back to the baby steps, but sometimes it's the only way to go. I think when we're in shape (or if we were ever in shape), we move quickly from the baby steps to running.

Nelle said...

Congratulations on your one year celebration. You have so much to be proud of and I wish you many more years of celebrating this special date. :)

mikehamel said...

Glad you are still hanging in there, Ronni.