So late last week, I came down with a cold, as outlined in my post a couple of days ago. It got me thinking about some other things regarding my health. Top of the list:

It's here. The H1N1 vaccine has finally arrived. It's available. It's out there for me to receive, for free, should I so choose. Heck, so is the regular seasonal flu shot, for that matter.

And I am so very on the fence about the whole thing.

I usually get the flu shot, as I do have (very mild) asthma, and my dad's a senior citizen. But, my god, are the 3+ hour lineups outside in the cold really going to be worth the possibility that I might be protected? But if I don't go soon... will there be enough?

Oh the dilemma.

Thoughts?

(In other news, I had my last two wisdom teeth taken out 1.5 hours ago. Let's see how I feel in another couple of hours when the freezing wears off...)

So my building's garbage chute and I had a bit of a disagreement a little over a week ago. On Tuesday, Sept 1, to be precise. It seemed to think I wasn't getting my arm out of there fast enough, while I seemed to think it should let me go about my business. The result, my arm was pinched in the latch. Below, you can behold the resulting carnage. And these photos are today - the bruise is more than a week old. You've missed the spectacular blue and purple, and are now getting to see the green/yellow/red fabulousness that it is right now. And yes, there were some choice four-letter words involved.