What a difference a day makes. Two days ago I felt like a wet rag—please, just let me sleep. Yesterday, I more resembled the Energizer Bunny.
What the . . .!?!
As a reward for my high-energy state, I took myself to Dr. Primary Care's office for an H1N1 flu shot. This was no small deal. Being approved for the vaccine may have been just as tough as getting accepted at Harvard.
First: When I called to make the appointment, I prefaced my request with "Dr. PC says I qualify for the shot." After a moment's off-phone research the young lady told me without affect that she'd checked my chart and nothing indicated a condition serious enough to merit the honor of this inoculation.
- There is a serious condition, said I.
- What is it?
- MDS.
- What's MDS?
- Myelodysplastic syndrome.
[Pause. Shuffling of phone. Voices off.]
- When to you want to come in?
Second: once in the examining room, I could overhear an aide talking on the phone.
- Could you ask so-and-so why Mitchell Kaplan qualifies for an H1N1 shot?
- Do you want me to tell you,? I called from my seat on the examining table.
No response.
I walked to the next room.
- Do you want me to tell you?
And I explained myself again.
And again to the nurse practitioner who would do the stabbing.
At least I didn't have to provide references and a resumé.
So, I'd reaped one of the benefits of MDS—another needle. Then, I returned home, went back to work, and continued my Energizer Bunny day. If only the energy would last, I could suffer numberless needles and conquer the world.
What the . . .!?!
As a reward for my high-energy state, I took myself to Dr. Primary Care's office for an H1N1 flu shot. This was no small deal. Being approved for the vaccine may have been just as tough as getting accepted at Harvard.
First: When I called to make the appointment, I prefaced my request with "Dr. PC says I qualify for the shot." After a moment's off-phone research the young lady told me without affect that she'd checked my chart and nothing indicated a condition serious enough to merit the honor of this inoculation.
- There is a serious condition, said I.
- What is it?
- MDS.
- What's MDS?
- Myelodysplastic syndrome.
[Pause. Shuffling of phone. Voices off.]
- When to you want to come in?
Second: once in the examining room, I could overhear an aide talking on the phone.
- Could you ask so-and-so why Mitchell Kaplan qualifies for an H1N1 shot?
- Do you want me to tell you,? I called from my seat on the examining table.
No response.
I walked to the next room.
- Do you want me to tell you?
And I explained myself again.
And again to the nurse practitioner who would do the stabbing.
At least I didn't have to provide references and a resumé.
So, I'd reaped one of the benefits of MDS—another needle. Then, I returned home, went back to work, and continued my Energizer Bunny day. If only the energy would last, I could suffer numberless needles and conquer the world.
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