Equinox/Flu Season

It's a fact that a certain percentage of people experience an adverse reaction to the common flu shot each year. The so-called "high dose" flu shot is even more effective against flu symptoms, and causes the same side effects in a slightly higher percentage of people.
These reactions in no way are like having the flu. We're talking mild headache and/or mild fever, for up to seven days after the injection, apparently.

Pretend you are rightfully afraid of being killed by swarthy Chicago mobsters with machine guns, but you can prevent this by bringing in, say, some mice with tiny mouse machine guns and letting them shoot you, and they do, and you go, ouch, cut it out!  Seriously.  Hey!  I said stop that! Ouch. Damn.

I thought I've noticed the side effects before. This year, I was watchful of how I felt, and before 24 hours had passed after my shot, I began to feel kind of feverish-ish. Nothing bad, but I definitely got that feeling like I was "coming down with something."

By the way, the percentages of people getting these side effects is small. Like, one in twenty. But even if your fall within that small category, it's not that big of a deal. In my case, the worst of it was totally blown out of the water with two Ibuprofins.

Hey, I'm old now so I get to talk about my health.  It's OK. It's like when your old car won't start and you get into work late and get to talk about it in excruciating detail. Your son has the jumper cables.  He went to work early. You call your friend. They come over but now the battery is SO DEAD you have to let the "donor" car idle for awhile with the cables in place in order to charge your battery a little. There's smoke. It's interesting.  Right?

In other probably more important matters, each day I get nearer and nearer to pulling the plug on my Facebook account. I really don't know why it hasn't happened yet. The very first thing I do is open my email and find and read my daily "Peace Quote" with inspirational ideas presented in short, palatable paragraphs saying things like, "As the Buddha was fond of saying, the spiritual teacher only points the way; we must do our own traveling." Feel good stuff. Then I open my browser and look at my Facebook page and I'm bombarded with stuff Trump said the day before or, God forfend, earlier that wee hour morning, before the dawn of reason, and spend the rest of the day wondering what the hell is wrong with mankind.

Still not moving. (I mean relocating--I'm moving OK.) Sometimes it sounds like a good idea but that doesn't last long and unfortunately it takes a long time to organize and implement a move that big. There's a certain limit you reach, when you have to try too hard to do something, where you start to wonder if it is meant to be. Not forever, maybe, but not here/now. I'm there.

Time to go. I have three (3) things to do before I take my walk and decide what to do next.