I'm not a huge fan of flu shots. I rarely get them. I wasn't going to get the shot for H1N1 this year either, until I read this article--For bubbly Va. 6-year old, swine flu's attack came quick and strong.1
Now granted, the article is a bit sensationalist (although, there's nothing sensationalist about the death of a child, an event that is existentially unjust in more ways than I can count), but, not to put too fine a point on it, it scared the shit out of me. Ironically, I've spent the last six months working with very smart folks who are tirelessly trying to get a handle on this pandemic outbreak. I've read a forest full of papers and meeting reports on this subject, but it's all so technical and clinical that the anecdotal stuff sort of gets lost in a wash of action items and policy discussions. The article in the Washington Post gave it a name and some reality.
Having been offered the opportunity to get the H1N1 vaccine Pandemix, I decided to take it and today was the day. Let's just say, my arm is a bit sore, but I'm hoping I avoid getting the piglet flu. Maybe the motivation for my getting the shot wasn't the best one, but now I've done it and here's hoping...
On a happier note, here's a cute article about a piglet named Tetley.
1. There's a follow-up to this story from the Washington Post's ombudsman. It's worth a read, too.
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