09 Mar 2011

Needles.  Not pine, pins and, nor knitting.  The real deal pokey ones that the doctor sticks in your arm.  Five of them, to be exact.  Two for me and three for Gina.  It seems that traveling to Vietnam dictates a bit of preventative vaccinating, namely Hepatitis A, Typhoid, and a Tetanus booster if your memory is as out of date as your past vaccination may have been (best to take the better-safe-than-sorry approach here).  On top of these is the Malaria script to be filled and started a few days before we depart.  During today’s stabbing session, we think our physician might have mixed up our dominant arms, for we each can barely lift the ones on the right, making it difficult to wield those chopsticks over tonight’s Thai pumpkin stir fry.  It’s one thing to switch a fork to your left hand, quite another to succeed in that with chopsticks.