Mr D went for his annual ‘once
over’ at the GP recently and was sent off for 'bloods', a colonoscopy, a prostate
test (…while ‘under’ for the colonoscopy…wimp!) and a flu vaccine.
There was no nurse available at the
time to administer the flu vaccination so the doctor gave him a script for the
vaccine and said to come back later.
Last Saturday morning he went off
for his blood test. After several
attempts on both arms, they couldn’t find a vein so sent him home – minus the
blood test, and minus the flu vaccination.
I was out for dinner last night, and
when I came home, I noticed the flu vaccination packaging (which had been in
the fridge all week) in the bin.
Turns out he decided to give it to
himself!
He’s not a diabetic, he’s not a drug
addict, in fact, he’s never injected himself, or anyone else before. But last night, after a couple of glasses of
red, he apparently felt qualified to injected himself with the influenza
vaccine.
As it happens, I went to my doctor
for my own flu needle today and recounted the story of my husband’s
bravery/stupidity to the nurse.
“Oh, is he a doctor?” she asked.
“No, he’s a car wholesaler,” I
replied.
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