I see light at the end of the tunnel! Three miles on the treadmill yesterday and four miles on the roads today, in glorious 80-degree sunshine, leaves me with a puny little three miles to run this weekend to accomplish my goal of running 60 miles for the benefit of the Oregon Food Bank.Today I was in terrible pain. But not in my legs.
In my arm!
Let me explain:
4th of July - Los Angeles (photo by Lenny's Dad)
As you may recall, our only child, The Lovely Lisa, is going to have a baby in Los Angeles - any time now. (Her due date is August 14th, and I am happy to report that all is going well with Lisa's health and the healthy boy is already over 7 pounds.) There is currently a terrible problem with whooping cough in Southern California. Sadly, seven infants have died this year from whooping cough in the greater Los Angeles area. So, all the grandparents, aunts, uncle, friends - basically anyone who wants to see Lisa & Lenny's son must be immunized. (Grandparents: maybe you should talk to your doctor about whether you need this immunization?)
Whooping Cough (Pertussis) is given with a tetanus vaccine these days. Tetanus also comes teamed with a Diphtheria vaccination*. Of course, when I cut my finger (in January) the emergency room doctor gave me the Tetanus-Diphtheria injection... so this future Grandma had to get ANOTHER Tetanus injection - this time paired with Pertussis. Are you still with me? Basically, I can now walk barefoot on rusty nails and I'm good! My doctor said there was no risk in receiving two Tetanus injections within 7 months, but the injection site would be extra sore for a few days - twice as painful as the injection I had in January. Fun times!
To double-up on double pain - the pharmacy only had child-sized (half) doses of the T-dap immunization in-stock, so I was given two shots! My arm feels like a boxer used it as a punching bag. DT went to a different pharmacy and received a big-boy dose - one injection. He is sore as well.
This kid had better be really cute.
Speaking of cute! Here we are with a two-day-old Lisa. We were practically children ourselves. This photo was taken just after we returned to our apartment from the hospital (Manila, The Philippines) in 1981. Lisa weighed 6 pounds, 6 ounces.
He still looks at her that way.
The Lovely Lisa, two weeks old. Sweetness.
That teeny little baby is nearly 30 years old and about to have a child of her own.
We are blessed.
Until my next update, I remain, your "pin cushion Bubbe" correspondent.
* I am not a doctor. Talk to your doctor about this injection.