shots pas deux

So - Thursday was the big shot day and boy do I have a recap. First of all, I had some awesome doctor doing the shots and she gave me a great debrief on Rwanda, what to expect and things to do on the ground. My two favorite pieces of advice were:

"What are the rules of eating food in Africa? Cook it. Peel it. or Forget it."

"Wear flipflops in the shower." 'Like in the dorms?' "No dear. Like if you don't wear them you may get parasites in your feet and they may fall off." '............got it. flipflops.'

So, after all that my doc went to go get my yellowfever shot, hep a shot and meningitis shot and the oral Typhoid pill. While she was getting the various diseases together in shot form, I pulled out my purse to turn my phone off and realized, I didn't have my wallet with me. I figured that since I couldnt give the yellowfever back, I better tell them to wait so I could run home, grab my wallet and come back. [Have I mentioned to this point that it is cold and rainy and the doctor is a 40 minute train ride from my house?]

The wonderfully gracious receptionist says that I can go ahead, get all my shots and meds and call in my credit card number when I got home. Perfect! I was pretty excited that I had found such awesome people to shoot me up with all these diseases!

Doc put me up on the table and I literally didn't feel a thing. 90 seconds later, I had three shots and 4 pills to take for typhoid vaccination. I ran to the train and headed back to the city to run to my apartment and grab my wallet, to make sure I could get to a 12:30pm meeting. [Remember the rain & forty degrees weather please.]

I get a few blocks from my house and go to pull out my keys because not only am I cold and wet I have to use the restroom. Then I realize, that I don't have any keys. None. No Keys. I also need to throw in here that the typhoid medicine I currently have in my purse needs to get in the refrigerator. I typically dont mind bending the rules a bit - but taking spoiled typhoid, didn't seem to be a rule I was wanting to mess with. So I call my roommate, she's at work. Other roommate, at work. So I decide that since I need to use the restroom, I better go get on a train and get to the restaurant that I have a lunch meeting at.

I get to the restaurant, sit down and my waitress comes. I decide that I really need to not have spoiled tyhpoid so I pleasantly ask our waitress to please put my typhoid in the refrigerator in the kitchen. While at lunch I get a text from my roommate letting me know that he can meet me with his keys so I can get in to the apartment.

I finish my amazing turkey burger at lunch and head over to my roommate's office building. Grab the keys, get on the bus and get to my apartment. Throw the tyhpoid in the refrigerator and pass out on the futon.

It was an amazing day for getting shot up with diseases.