Flu shot – 3, Foley – 0

I thought I had it this time. Just rounding the bend and onto the home stretch then I could say this time Foley won! Until Monday night, when I dropped like a sack of potatoes. So disregard the previous entry, the last two days I was attempting to rest but couldn’t relax

Which goes to show I’m never on this thing unless I’m at work. You don’t see weekend entries from me anymore, and I just had two days sitting at home and I was too lazy to pull out the laptop. Or too much in pain, but either way there was no priority in me reaching for my laptop

Now it’s official, no more flu shots for me! I’ll just have to wear a surgical mask around the hospital throughout next flu season. Being Filipino, I’m sure patients will assume I’m a doctor and ask me medical questions that I have no clue how to answer. It happened a lot when I was a surgery biller in the surgery dept, I had to wear scrubs. So Asian guy with glasses in scrubs, patients thought I was a doctor. Oh stereotypes… 😛

Or just looks can be decieving. I had this fun coversation with the lady drawing my blood yesterday at the doctor’s:

Nurse: So did you get the doctor to give you a note for work or school?
Me: Yes
Nurse: That’s good. It’s probably school for you, right?
Me: No, it’s for work
Nurse: Really? How old are you?
Me: Thirty
Nurse: *laughs hysterically* Oh my gosh, I thought you were 18 or 19!
Me: *laughs along awkwardly* Yea, I get that a lot…

After over 24 hours of agony, I wasn’t in the joking spirit to really laugh along with someone laughing at me. I had a flashback of the scene in The Waterboy when Bobby Boucher told his age to Captain Insano and they just laughed at him. Maybe when I’m 40, people will realize I’m at least 20…

Although if people confuse me for a doctor, I guess I’m just the Filipino Doogie Howser?

Moral of the story: When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep – not screaming, like the passengers in his car

Have a Nice Day!