And chicken pox may not kill you, but if you can avoid the itching and scarring and general ICK, why wouldn't you?
There's a chicken pox vaccine? Cool.
I was on a mailing list with a woman who'd grown up in Africa and knew people who died of measles (well... so she said, anyway. And hundreds of children in Nigeria did die of measles when vaccination rates dropped in the early aughts). So she got pretty angry about no-vaccine talk.
By the way, since I see we're still on food a bit, I went shopping and had two Reuben sandwiches for dinner. And they were wonderful. In fact, after I was done, I sort of regretted not being hungry anymore because the taste was so good.
And my motto for the day: with great printers come great responsibilities. Also great frustration. Grarrrr!
I'm trying so hard NOT to cry right now. I asked for Friday off to work on school. 8 hours in the library.
Boss says he doesn't see how I can take 8 hours off - there's just too much to do.
I covered for COW-orkers stupid ass for more than a week and now? I get no day off. I have the time to take. I need the day. And I'm irritated and it almost negates the awesome letter Boss gave me this morning about what a great job I did on Saturday.
The problem is that recent government decision to pay the family of the girl in Georgia who developed autism after getting vaccinated. Her case is exceedingly complicated, but of course the news stories don't really get into that, so it's dumbed way down and ends up being ammunition for the anti-vaccination cartel.
If it wasn't that, though, it'd be something else. Every study done about childhood vaccines, no matter what the actual subject matter, will be misreported somewhere in a way that the anti-vac crowd can seize on and say "SEE!??? CONSPIRACY!!!"
Great.
"No, yeah...thanks for the spiffy memo in re: my overwhelming goddessnessisity, Boss Guy, but you know what's really a gift that keeps on giving?
TIME!"
Gods, I hate your boss sometimes, Aims.
Anyone who wants to read my paper on autism and vaccinations, let me know. I'd be more than happy to share.
And I'm irritated and it almost negates the awesome letter Boss gave me this morning about what a great job I did on Saturday.
The key word here being SATURDAY. What bullshit is that - you work a weekend for him and don't get comped for it?
You know, it's nice to hear that we won't be having a tornado/fire drill today after all. But I'd feel a whole lot better about it if I'd known we were going to have it in the first place.
you work a weekend for him and don't get comped for it?
Turns out? I'm salaried. Didn't know that until last Friday. I get the satisfaction of a job well done.
And, with Allyson's Salary and Internets Math, I've added 15 minutes of effing around to the time I was already alotting to compensate for my woeful underpaidness.
My mom got polio after the polio vaccine had been invented; her parents did not understand/believe in the good of the new fangled (yet hundreds of years old) concept of vaccines. Because of that, I decided long ago that I'm Yay!Vaccines, in spite of possible bad reactions, up to and including autism. Of course, it is a relief to be a little more sure that vaccinating any child I might have will not cause autism.
