
When I was thinking about starting this blog one of my biggest hesitations was the “immunization issue.” So in classic awkward Emily style I will bring it up as soon as possible. As a working member of “the establishment” you can probably guess that I believe in immunizations. In fact, I feel they are one of the true gifts of modern medicine and my daughter has received all of her immunizations. (Proud mother moment—she’s getting ready for her 4 month shots here and totally being a champ about it.) However, I know many people have strong concerns about immunizations. I have nothing but respect for parents who are honestly trying to do the best thing for their children. I have read up on the topic from sources I trust to use uncompromising investigatory skills and put the health of my child first. I have made a decision that has a risk/benefit balance I am comfortable with. I would encourage every other parent to do the same. I recommend the American Academy of Pediatrics’ review of the issue as a great place to start. The Institute of Medicine also has a thorough review but it is a much harder read. (Hardly any pictures.)
Enough seriousness. I decided to bring this up today because Mr. Goldman and I got our flu shots! Of course we got them at our neighborhood pharmacy because pharmacists are awesome. I had a major attack of nostalgia. Weirdly enough, giving flu shots is one of the parts of working that I really miss and not because I love to stab people. At least I don’t think that is why. I imagine it was because it was one of the few chances I got to pop out from behind the counter and talk to people. I got so nostalgic I seriously considered asking if I could give Mr. Goldman his shot but I held myself back. I am regretting that. How often do you get to legally stab your husband? Not only that, but men in his particular age range are, by far, the most fun to give shots to. Skinny arms are for chumps. Look at this beautiful bicep—it has “poke me” written all over it. By all over it I mean under that Band-Aid®.
**I found an amazingly detailed and informative blog post on this topic at Married to Medicine. Written by a lawyer married to a doctor, it is the ultimate in vaccination information. I am in awe of its awesomeness.
Enough seriousness. I decided to bring this up today because Mr. Goldman and I got our flu shots! Of course we got them at our neighborhood pharmacy because pharmacists are awesome. I had a major attack of nostalgia. Weirdly enough, giving flu shots is one of the parts of working that I really miss and not because I love to stab people. At least I don’t think that is why. I imagine it was because it was one of the few chances I got to pop out from behind the counter and talk to people. I got so nostalgic I seriously considered asking if I could give Mr. Goldman his shot but I held myself back. I am regretting that. How often do you get to legally stab your husband? Not only that, but men in his particular age range are, by far, the most fun to give shots to. Skinny arms are for chumps. Look at this beautiful bicep—it has “poke me” written all over it. By all over it I mean under that Band-Aid®.
**I found an amazingly detailed and informative blog post on this topic at Married to Medicine. Written by a lawyer married to a doctor, it is the ultimate in vaccination information. I am in awe of its awesomeness.