On Black Friday, while everyone else was spending obscene amounts of money on ‘presents’ (we all know that people actually go out and buy themselves a shit ton of things but they disguise their true intentions by buying 2 or 3 presents and calling it a holiday shopping success) I was at an immediate care center getting shots for my honeymoon.
Oh, you didn’t need 18 different vaccines to go on your honeymoon? Weird.
I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking Husband has many STDs and I’m doing the responsible thing by protecting myself ahead of time before sleeping with him for the first time on our honeymoon. However, we’ve been living in sin for years so that ship has sailed. Plus, we’ve been married for almost 2 weeks now, success! Also, I don’t think Husband has any STDs, but if this turns out not to be the case this blog will be the first to know!
Down the aisle we go! Next stop = Tanzania!
Anyway, we’re going to Tanzania for our honeymoon because Husband likes nothing more than torturing me every chance he gets. I can’t imagine they’re going to have cheese on a safari, so I’m not sure what I’ll eat. Maybe this whole experience will be different than I’m imagining and the cook will whip out some brie or sharp cheddar for a wine time snack, but I’ll assume this will not be happening and I will spend my honeymoon starving and watching lions eat wildebeest while I consistently wonder why I became a vegetarian in the first place.
The point of this ramble is that we needed immunizations to be allowed into Tanzania, which we got on Black Friday (on which day I bought nothing for anyone, including myself – so I win and the stores lose – yay anti-consumerism!) and now I don’t have to worry about getting the flu, Hepatitis A, or Yellow Fever. They also sent me home with prescriptions for Malaria and all sorts of stomach ailments and medicine for Typhoid.
The conversation at the doctor’s office went something like this:
Doctor: You can get the shot or the pill for Typhoid…(blah blah blah blah blah pros and cons)
Me: So I’ll just take the pill because I don’t really want another shot in my arm.
Doctor: OK, the only thing you need to remember is to refrigerate the pills. You can’t travel with them, you can’t bring them to work, you can’t take them anywhere, they have to stay refrigerated 100% of the time. This is the only negative aspect of going with the pills instead of the shot.
Me: Sure, sure. I can handle this. I’ll take the pills.
… 5 hours later we’re sitting at home and Husband reaches for something in my purse and pulls out the Typhoid pills that were supposed to be 100% refrigerated for 100% of the time.
Responsible adult fail.
Upon a quick Google search, it appears that the pills should be good after the few hours they were exposed to normal temperatures in my purse. But, if Google is wrong I’ll probably get Typhoid in about a month.
