So there’s this test called the PPD and what it tests for is tuberculous exposure. You go in, get the test, come back 2-3 days later and someone pronounces you negative. Right? Well not so much for me. I’ve always had a weird reading (I have problems with the serum itself), but I now have a positive result. Say YEAH! I don’t even really know anyone who’s had a positive result (except for Russell when he was 5 years old). By and large you don’t see tuberculous in America. It was funny though, there’s a huge red welt on my arm and whenever someone saw it, they got really scared. Oh no, is that what I think it is, am I going to die since I’m standing next to someone who has Tuberculous?!
I don’t have active tuberculous and I’m not contagious. I can still work and be around people. But…dum da da I get to take terrible medication that has terrible side effects for 9 months. 9 MONTHS!!!!!! Oh, and not that it was on the game plan, but I really shouldn’t get pregnant for the next year.
Where did I get this lovely gift? Probably from work, we get kids from Guam and Japan and Micronesia, and someone just decided to share the aloha with me (I guess it’s better than getting HIV or hepatitis from work). Or, well I do live in Hawaii and I might have gotten it at the park or the beach or somewhere else where a tourist/immmigrant/illegal alien came to play.
BTW, the “song” of the day isn’t really a song. It’s a comedy sketch from 1996 that happens to have the word tuberculous in it. It’s totally random stuff that I find hilarious.
It’s great to hear from you again – I miss it when you don’t write (that said from someone who didn’t write for two weeks). I’m sorry about the test and the drug. So strange! I hope the side effects of the med won’t be bad on top of everything. I really do wish that life was easier.