Apples and honey and flu shots

The Jewish New Year is upon us, and flu season looms.  Every year, my wife asks me to bring her home a flu shot, and this year, PalKid asked too.  I’m not a big fan of doing anything that hurts my kid, but she made a convincing argument for a 7-year old.  She’s been pretty anxious lately, and going to the doctor puts her through the roof.  She argued that she would be much happier if I did it at home, and she wouldn’t fight or cry like she does at the doctor and besides at the doctor they stab her really hard (small child making dramatic stabbing movements with arm).

It’s hard to argue with that sort of reasoning, and I’ll leave it to you to guess which member of the Pal family sat down without much to-do and said, “give me my shot.”

This year’s shot is antigenically the same as last year’s.  This happens, but not frequently.  This years strains are predicted to be the same, but the duration of the immunity from one year’s shot isn’t clear, so the shot is recommended for all.  I’m hoping in a small corner of my heart that this means we will have a mellower flu season, but the only certainty about flu is it’s ability to surprise us.

So a happy and sweet New Year to those readers for whom it’s relevant.   I’m looking forward to a family dinner tomorrow night which will include kreplach made by my mother-in-law and her sister.  There’s nothing like home-made kreplach.  And lukshen kugel without raisins, when you can get it (besides, white grapes don’t taste like anything and can be safely ignored, according to one bubbe meiseh).

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  1. Shanah Tova!

  2. Shirah

     /  September 29, 2011

    שנה טובה ומתוקה

  3. Ren

     /  September 29, 2011

    We usually go the way that Australia, New Zealand, and South America go. They had relatively milder flu seasons. Like you said, though, the flu can surprise us.

  4. Shana tova!

    My daughter’s ped uses FluMist, though I’m not sure she enjoyed that any more than the shot. I got the shot myself–I was 36 weeks pregnant and hoped it might protect the baby, since he won’t be able to get it. I even made sure my husband got his this year (he’ll remember if they do them at work, but last year he missed it. This time I made him go to one of those pharmacy clinics after work.)

  5. Shirah

     /  September 29, 2011

    My top two favorite High Holy Day foods from childhood are (1) kreplach (which spell check insists must actually be leprechaun?), (2) challah with massive amounts of honey baked into it. My coworkers happily benefit from this, as any extras end up in the break room.

  6. saffronrose

     /  October 8, 2011

    Tell PalKid that she does better than I did at that age. I was in college before I could take injections without crying–somewhere along the line, I’d figured how to be calmer.

    While I gave blood for a bit in the 80s, I still winced a lot when the needle went in.

    When I was pregnant, I failed the 3-hr glucose test at 8 weeks (age 39, short of 200 lbs, family hisotry of diabetes), and the next week began dealing with finger-sticks, when the needle size was about 22. At five months along, I was up to insulin, which was another adventure for the needle averse. Thankfully, the places I was to inject have very little in the way of pain-nerves, and if I did it right, I really couldn’t feel it. If I did feel pain, I started over again with a steeper approach.

    Now that I’ve been giving blood again, and getting quarterly lipid panels and A1c’s, I appreciate phlebotomists with a good hand for finding my small squirmy veins AND managing to lessen the sensation considerably. When I had an IV put in for a recent surgery, it was done by an anaesthesiologist who worked with pediatric cancer patients. For the first time in my experience, the spot was numbed FIRST, and he used a butterfly needle (maybe a 33 gauge?), and I didn’t feel a thing.

    I haven’t had a flu shot because I might get a flu every third year or so, and about one cold a year, compared to the 3 or 4 my son and husband get. I get strep throat when my husband gets it maybe 1 in 4 or 5 times. My son’s toddlerhood really did energize my immune system!

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