the freshman boy is off looking for dijon mustard while I search the Meijer produce sanctuary for Brussels sprouts, my phone bamboo chimes--(💙 that bamboo "clunk") a text from husband at work,
"it's a perfect day for a shot needle!"
this is a reminder that he just got a flu shot, and I need to take action. per every year, I roll my eyes, wondering when I'll be able to get an appointment, at 2 different doctor's offices, and then, how long of a wait I'll have in a pediatrician's waiting room, and then at my doc's office.
side note: I think I may have to get a different doctor. the waiting room clientele is very elderly, and very crowded with medical supplies; walkers, canes, electric scooters, gout boots, oxygen tanks--dragged around by chain smokers (can you say, 🚬 + O2 =💥?).
I'm not trying to be disrespectful--it's just unsettling for all parties involved when a "younger" patient walks in glaringly minus the above paraphernalia.
a sudden jealousy-hush settles over the room when I take a seat and cross my legs. yeah, who knew that being able to cross your legs was a big deal? (next time you're in a room with the over 75 crowd--count how many people have their legs crossed).
but I digress...
next item on my list requires a jaunt over to pharmacy--latex-free gloves my favorite kitchen gadget when working with raw meat--I stumble across this sign...
I can't believe what I'm reading.
a supermodel pharmacist is going to shot needle me and my son, in the store, no appointment necessary, for free (what? no office visit charge?! no co-pay?!) and she'll Simply Give $5 to fight the hungers locally?!!! SHE'S AMAZING! #fightnight #wonderwomanwho?
10 minutes later(!), mom and son walk away with sore arms, but heads held high, reveling in our win-win scenario--$10 to the Local Hunger Fight Club, and one more flu-free year.
all thanks, to Meijer--truly the superstore.
