On Tuesday, over butternut squash
soup and a half of a steak tartine
(the special at Café 37),
My high school friend lamented her recent bout with shingles.
“It could have been worse! At least I had the shot!” she whined.
I thought of all the shots she had had….
the teenage pregnancy, the philandering husband,
he husband’s dialysis, the divorce,
the second marriage, the divorce. Lots of shots.
And my own inoculations….different, but definitely as difficult.
Certainly they should have inoculated me!
Certainly after all those traumas and “learning experiences”
I should have been well- inoculated against the pain and itch of
But sometimes, I guess, the shots just don’t do it!