Hot Blooded

Although it was publicly and socially gauche for a while, "low energy" is all the rage again, which is a lucky escape for the 79-year-old exercise-allergic president. What timing!

It's also lucky for me because I'm going into this blog Thursday the day after having gotten my second vaccine shot against the varicella zoster virus, which is one of the few things I know of that has a separate name for if a kid gets it vs an old-ass adult. "Chicken pox" sucks when you actually have it, but it sounds adorable, unlike "shingles" which sounds like they need to be applied and removed by a licensed and bonded workman.

Today I got up feeling fine save for a sore left arm (right where I got voluntarily stabbed by the otherwise non-violent nurse lady, probably not coincidentally), but got progressively more achy, tired and yuck-feeling* as they day went on. As an adult straight man, of course I responded with the traditional self-care response of complaining about it to everyone who I could force to listen, like my co-workers, but first and foremost my significant other.

Luckily I work in an environment headed by Donald Trump and (until recently) Elon Musk, so you have to bitch-whine at a pretty intense pitch to get anyone to notice at all.

And I was at work today, all day, because we've had all telework, including the situational kind, revoked by Those Who Were Mentioned In The Previous Paragraph. I generally don't hold with going to work sick, but since it was a vaccine, I had no chance of infecting anyone else. Plus if Robert Kennedy Jr. happened to stop by, I wanted to be ready to show him it was no big deal, the way I was powering through and definitely not vaccine-murdered. It's not a spoiler for the rest of the blog to just let you know that he did not turn up, the coward.

There's stuff going on the world (we had a normal SoCal-style non-tsunami earthquake right in the middle of the workday, woo), but this is all I can manage at the moment. See, I tricked you into listening to me bitch about feeling 5% sick, and you're not even my girlfriend. I guess in some ways we can count that last part as an upside for you.

Thank you for your attention on this matter.

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*Sorry to get all medical on you, but you know the syndrome and its associated presentational characteristics: icky, then pukey, then tummy-achey, then altogether yucky. It's hard to hear it in graphic terms, I'm sorry again, but we're never going to face them down if we can't have frank discussions about boo-boos.