The Tdap Shot…Heard ‘Round the World…

I wrote about…keeping up…with my medical information the other day…which…made me remember…getting my last…actually my first…Tdap…vaccination…I say first…because…the adult vaccine was changed a few years ago…from…TD…tetanus/diptheria…to…Tdap…tetanus/diphtheria/pertussis

Anyway…to make an long story…even longer…seems there has been an increase in…pertussis…whooping cough…in recent years…so…all us school nurses got an email…recommending that we get the new vaccine…

I’m pretty diligent about that kind of thing…so…I rolled up my sleeve the same afternoon…and thought that would be that…well…my arm was a bit sore…but…I expected that…

What I didn’t expect…was to discover…a fairly…large…tender…lymph node…hiding behind my left collarbone…but…on Sunday afternoon…when…all the doctor’s offices were closed…I did…

I must admit…it scared me half to death…so…I did what I had to do…I Googled…yeah…I know…you saw that one coming…you know me so well…anyway…what I found scared me even more…lymphoma…that’s what all the sites said…would cause supraclavicular lymphadenopathy

At some point…just before I Googled lymphoma treatments…I remembered…the Tdap shot…could it be connected…yes…I Googled that…and…somewhere…in tiny print…at the very end…of an obscure site…I found what I was looking for…yes…Tdap…could cause that big honking lymph node…if the injection was in the ipsilateral appendage

I have to tell you the truth…I’ve been a nurse for a lot of years…and I didn’t have a clue…so…I Googled…one last time…it meant…same side…and…yes…my injection…was in the left arm…I breathed again…

But…I still called…and made an appointment with my OB-GYN doctor the next day…just to be safe…he agreed…all was well…but…since I was there…he might as well…do my yearly stuff…including…sending me for a mammogram…

I went…and…thought…that was that…

Until…the hospital called me…there was a lump…could I come back for an ultrasound…now…as frightening as this sounds…I was at least 95% certain…that it was the same lump…that…I’ve had for years…that had been biopsied…and was fine…so…I only fretted…I didn’t panic…

But…I did have to take off a second day from work…and go for the ultrasound…but…they couldn’t find my old films…so…they weren’t sure if it was the same spot or not…

A couple of hours…and…lots of frustration later…we found films in the doctor’s office…that verified the spot…it hadn’t changed…once again…all was well…

So…let’s recap…no…let’s not…it was too much the first time…but…all of this…happened…as a result…of one little Tdap shot…

Bertha…says it is a lot like life…of course she would…she says…my biggest messes…usually start…with…a small event…and then snowball…into a fiasco…and…she’s right…they do…I always say…I get into the most trouble…when…I’m minding my own business…

Well…she did say something else…about my tendency to…make mountains out of mole hills…and…that if I didn’t settle down…she was gonna take away my Google privileges…but…she couldn’t be serious about that…could she…

No…surely not…so…for now…I’m just glad that I’m not due for another Tdap…for seven more years…I hope I remember about the lymph node by then…just saying…

Jane

Bloggless in Alabama…

My post yesterday on Fear of Missing Out brought up a fun blast from the past with some of my friends party lines, now for those of you who are too young or who were blessed with private lines in your area let me explain…party lines were sort of like our current extension phones, they were just in your neighbor’s house usually about eight of them.

So while many of us only had one phone in our house, no danger of mom or dad listening in, our neighbors could, and did eavesdrop at will often recounting every little juicy detail of our adolescent tête-à-têtes, at where else the beauty shop of course. Now I will say I was fortunate by the time I was into adolescent soul bearing we had moved to an area with private lines, not so for some of my friends who were in more rural areas of the county. But even without the party line somehow my mother always seemed to find out exactly what I’d been up to at her weekly beauty shop appointments. I’m convinced that she would go in and say give me a quick shampoo and a set, and tell me what Jane has been up to, her stiffly teased updo a mere disguise for keeping tabs on me.

All of this being said, because I’m taking a bit of a vacation it’s Spring Break, so I’m taking the week off from writing, and even though I have lots of fun things planned I’m a bit afraid of missing out. I’ve not gone that long without blogging in a while what will happen to my blog if I’m not here?

Well duh nothing that was Bertha’s answer, and I know it’s true, and that’s what scares me. I’ll miss the feedback. I’ll miss the connection. I’ll miss the place in my life that my blog fills. So it’s a conscious decision release the connection, release the feedback, allow other things to fill my life, breathe it in, relax, enjoy the other things life has to offer, but it’s still unsettling, it’s still difficult to give up even for a few days something that is part of my identity, even if the break will only make it better. I’ll spend some time contemplating that feeling, that fear, allowing it to evolve, doing the Forgiveness Prayer, for those parts of me where I feel afraid. I feel better already. Besides Bertha says not to worry. I can always go to the beauty shop, if I need to catch up, thankfully some things never change. Jane