There's a song I learned during my years of frequenting Zumba and the gay bar Tribe here in Nashville. My the group LMFAO, called Shots (feat. Lil Jon).
It occupies more of my brain real estate than it probably should. But it's jaunty, danceable and just profane enough to make me feel edgy. The shots in question come from a bottle, not a gun. Good thing, because I am fine with Patron, but not Smith or Wesson.
One line in particular is a permanent soundbite in my brain. I hear it every time I am in a crowded place and people aren't paying attention, and are in the way.
"If you ain't come to party, get the f*** out the club!"
This is not about any of that, though.
Yesterday, I went to my PCP so that they would re-up my prescriptions. I had to get labs, get lectured, and in addition, I opted to get injected.
I got my Covid booster and a Flu vax. I don't know that either of them will do anything specifically, but they're good to have. I do them each year, and I haven't had the flu since my 20s, when I had a bad case of it and felt very sick for a very long time. My lungs took months to clear out completely.
Do not recommend.
I do it, not just for me, but also because I have an elderly parent, and immunocompromised people in my life. It matters. But that's just like my opinion, man.
The bad news is, it makes you feel kind of garbage for the rest of that day. And honestly, I was kind of diminished from the previous week. I made a great dinner last night, though. And we folded laundry, went to bed at a decent hour.
I still feel a little off, if you want to know the truth. Basically just tired - nothing too serious. But I feel like I could sleep for a whole day, wake up, get some dinner, go back to bed, start the next day like nothing happened. Not sure I'm going to get that luxury. But it never hurts to declare your intentions.
Also, why is it so dang hot and it's the end of October? We have no heat or cooling on in the house, and I'm in shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and I'm uncomfortably warm. What gives, yo?
We found a new dentist close to the house - I need to make myself an appointment. I've been so busy setting up things for everyone else that I am flaking on my own business.
But here's the good news - my labs from the PCP visit are clean as a whistle. All is well.
And I got my drugs.
Time for me to get the f*** out the club, I guess.
ae
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And I'll add not hanging out in more gay bars to my list of youthful regrets. "If you ain't come to party, get the f*** out the club!" is going in my list of regular phrases.