Robin, the nurse in charge of "overseas vaccinations" suggested that under the circumstances maybe I should also be vaccinated against rabies. I thought about it and reached the conclusion that it was unlikely that an elephant would have rabies and more importantly, that I'd be BITTEN by an elephant. Stomped on, maybe. Squashed against a tree? Possible! Flung away like a used kleenex? Could happen! But surely not bitten.
Later I wondered if Robin knew enough about my checkered past to wonder whether it was possible that I might bite an elephant. I decided that was the elephants' problem.
I thought that the months between now and when I leave for Cambodia would pass slowly and eventlessly, but now I've learned I will be busy getting shots, more shots, and then some boosters.
Here's Robin wielding the needle on my unsuspecting arm, Round One.
And here's our much-loved pharmacist Jan
when I handed her my prescription for malaria medication, an event made even more poignant by the fact that we were in the middle of a blizzard. We got 10 inches of snow, and Jan had no malaria medication in stock.
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