In preparation for my jaunt to Africa, I need shots, lots of shots. So off I went to the Travel Clinic sponsored by the Arizona Department of Public Health, DPH.
It’s pretty ghetto, not in the nicest part of town and with the WIC offices right across the hall (lots o’ screaming babies) but it’s OK. Across the street is the Ranch Market. Hello, fish tacos!
I go thinking I need some pills for malaria and Cipro, aka Shit-Be-Gone. Instead I left witha huge packet of information about how not to die when travelling in Africa, a typhoid shot that made me feel weird and sleep for 12 hours, an appointment for a dose of yellow fever vaccine and a long list of extras I need to get from my regular doctor.
Next up: a visit to my regular doctor for all the stuff considered “routine vaccinations” by my insurance: flu, TDAP, Hep A & B, and polio. Also, finally gonna get me a perscription for malaria pills and Cipro.
Next, next step: yellow fever. Because of a shortage I will had to get in line for one-fifth of an available dose. I hope I don’t feel as crappy with this as I did with the typhoid shot.
Jeez, I’m gonna be bullet proof. There will be a lot of dead viruses in my veins.
