Jab 4!!!! (Blog 301, Jab blog 4)

Because the super potent and impressive medication I’ve been on for the last 18 years can potentially reduce my white blood cell count (but it probably won’t - why now??) I’ve been told to get my 4th jab, tomorrow. For the second time, I’ll only need to travel a couple of miles in my car and walk a few seconds from the car park, but that’s not to say things can’t go wrong. What if I get cocky with my navigation skills and walk to France? Ok, that’s ridiculous as I can’t walk across water (trying that would be a new level of arrogance for almost anyone), and whilst trying to walk through the Channel Tunnel would perhaps be my best anecdote of all time, it would be close to impossible. Obviously. However, I could lower my guard to the point I walk across the road without checking for cars. The drivers would be like ‘he’s not actually going to walk in front of us?’ Surprise! Only joking, I don’t think that’s ever happened, so what could go wrong then?? I guess I could punch the guy about to inject me if he asks me if I understand why I’m in the centre. The first three times were bad enough, I’m not sure I could handle a fourth.

Because my medication is ultra badass and amazing, I need a couple of hours or so of extra sleep, so I could hypothetically miss my 10:00 am appointment, which isn’t as dramatic as illegally entering another country or performing miracles, but it would make me look like an idiot. Sadly, I think the person I arranged the jabbing event over the phone with knows where I live. I can’t deal with a two and a bit miles drive and a short walk? Oh no. She must never know. And of course, long term readers know that that’s the exact sort of thing I could screw up. Maybe me saying that kind of thing is getting old. Making things worse, remember a while back, how I kept starting these blogs with the word ‘so’? I’ve just finished writing my next competition blog, and that writing habit has come back too.

I don’t know how vaccines work, but I’m hoping they don’t overload my immune system and cause a white blood cell reduction, as my monthly blood test follows the top up just three days later. I don’t THINK the nurse who takes my blood is the kind of person to plan a jab at just the right time and later say ‘I KNEW you needed a booster jab, your white blood cell count IS low! I have control over you!’, or anything nuts like THAT, but free thinkers are open to all possibilities, right? Only joking, that sentence alone could suggest a relapse. Schizophrenia is a strange condition. Hm. Now what to say? You know what? I think it’s best I beef this paragraph up a little, and continue this blog, tomorrow. Which makes sense - I’m writing about tomorrow. -_- Great stuff. For now, maybe I could do another monologue list, but what list?? Maybe, I could discuss what the best boat is?? Let’s do that. Bye for now!

(A day passes)

Before I got my jab, I went to a chemist’s to buy myself some shaving foam and batteries for my electric razor. ‘How can that get you in trouble?’ you say? Well, to find out what batteries I needed, I brought my razor with me, opened it up and compared battery sizes. Sadly however, it looked to the staff like I took another razor that was on sale, and robbed them. I didn’t. A worker approached me after I left the shop, and I had to explain everything. -_- THEN I drove to get myself immunised, again. In the vaccination centre, I was asked why I was getting as many as four jabs, so I explained. There’s nothing wrong with having schizophrenia and being on potentially dangerous meds, so I said I had the condition extra loud so everyone could hear. Schizo pride. After getting mildly stabbed in the arm, I was told to wait 15 minutes before I drove home, so I took advantage of the local charity shop. To my surprise, I saw a somewhat obscure David Lee Roth album, but its case was broken, so I had to give it a miss. :(

Still on a charity shop buzz, I drove back to my home town, to check out the similar businesses, there. I walked passed the chemist’s with my innocent head held high, then did some more music browsing. To my surprise again, I actually spotted a number of albums I was interested in. I was told to pay £3.50, and by pure coincidence, that’s the amount of change I brought with me. I love it when that happens. That’s all there is to say, really. Other than me saying (and I don’t mean to brag) that the corona virus doesn’t stand a chance against me, now. If someone sneezes on me, my immune system will batter it. Wow, still a weedy paragraph, who’d have thought yesterday’s writing would be more lengthy? Ok, that will do. Bye! (Oh yes, and I didn’t get lost). Bye!